Breakfast at Karen's

I love breakfast. I would eat it for every meal, if I could. The only breakfast food I don't enjoy is Eggs Benedict where the combination of runny egg (which I can barely watch someone else eat) and runny egg sauce makes for a revolting combination. In my eyes. I know others love it so I don't judge. I just silently gag.

I go to the gym Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays and on those days my breakfast is pretty lousy. I grab a frozen bagel which defrosts in my bag while I work out, then eat that freezer burned bagel while I run around setting up my classroom. Yuck.

Friday I found out about overnight oatmeal. Where has this been all my life? I've actually never been an oatmeal person, often equating the mouth-feel to chunky mucus. How, in any way, is that appetizing? No amount of brown sugar can save it. But overnight oatmeal isn't cooked so you don't get that nasty slimyness. Just crunchyness if you use steel cut oats. There are easily a thousand recipes online for it and after trying a chocolate one I didn't care for (not much of a chocolate fan and definitely not for breakfast), I have a strawberry almond one waiting in the fridge for Monday. And I have the added bonus of sitting down to eat it instead of having a U shaped piece of bagel dangling from my mouth while a haul around a mini trampoline.

I actually can't wait to get to work Monday!

kxx (cream cheese cinnamon roll or maple bacon is next...)

Spring is in the air

The sun is shining, there are crocuses coming up in my garden, the dog is shitting in the house... Wait, what?

Yeah. Every day for the last week we've been finding joyfully smelly surprises in the house. We've restricted his space with a baby gate, hoping to catch him in the act but he slinks away and craps his way right into my bad books. So now he's literally attached to my waist. For the last couple of days he's been tethered to me by his leash and it's been working but honestly, it's a pain to cook with him literally underfoot. But I guess it's better than the alternative being underfoot...

I'm sorry I just realized I'm talking about the dog again. You know, I'm realizing that this mutt may be my last chance to not mess up a living being in this house. So you know what? You guys are going to have to deal with me talking about Wesley for a little while longer.

Peace out, y'all!

kxx