Happy Easter!! I hope everyone had a fun, relaxing day with loved ones. I…ate a bunch of candy and worked from home. Such is life.
About half an hour into my workday, Jeff came upstairs and delivered me this Easter basket in bed. Since we’re not religious and don’t have any kids, Easter’s not a holiday we really celebrate much…last year it was a beautiful day and we went and ate brunch outside at one of our favorite restaurants, but we don’t go out of our way to plan anything. Plus, I often volunteer to work if necessary, since I know most other people like to spend Easter with their families. However, Jeff knows my family always made a huge deal of holidays when I was growing up, and since I don’t get to see them very often, he always tries to make every holiday special for me. It’s just about the sweetest thing on Earth, and I kinda want to burst into tears writing this. Anyway…of course I immediately dug in (for full disclosure, I ate probably 5 of those Lindt truffle eggs throughout the day, but that’s the only one I actually took a pic of).
Once I finally made it downstairs, I ate a “real” breakfast of yogurt (and of course, coffee). Check out the way my spoon matches perfectly with the Fage logo…I totally intended that to happen.
More candy! Jeff knows I’m obsessed (OB-sessed) with Cadbury mini eggs, so he always includes a bunch in my Easter basket (yes, he does this every year…no, I’m absolutely not a spoiled monster). I promise I share my insane candy haul with my work fam, guys. Lord help any poor, misguided soul who dares touch my precious Cadbury Mini Eggs, though! (Seriously. I’ll cut you.)
If I’m gonna cut a slice of pizza in half, the least I can do is finish it! I know cold pizza looks gross, but if you don’t eat leftover pizza cold, you’re probably a soulless ghoul. Maybe not, but probably.
Today was a very graze-heavy day, guys. Jeff included this jerky in my basket, because he knows me (and probably because he wanted some, too). I mean…protein’s important.
I also could’ve sworn I ate another one of those chocolate peanut butter Nature Valley bars at some point, but there’s no photographic evidence, so I might be making it up. I think there’s a new rule where if I don’t photograph something I eat, the calories don’t count. Stay tuned as to how that turns out (I have pretty high hopes).
Ever since I decided to make an effort to bring lunch to work, Sunday dinners have proven to be somewhat of a problem on three day weekends (or any week I don’t work on Monday). I usually like to make a large batch of some sort of comfort-type food on Sundays, which works well because those types of meals tend to reheat well, but on three-day weekends I try to save that meal for Monday, so that my work leftovers are fresher. That means I can’t make something that’ll create a ton of leftovers on Sunday too, because that would create too many leftovers and a bunch of food would end of up going to waste. So, I try to figure out something to make on Sunday that’ll only make a single serving for each of us, which can be a little difficult (cooking for two probz). Tonight’s solution was breakfast burrito bowls – scrambled eggs with cheese, black beans, avocado, and another batch of that yummy honey chipotle crema I made a while back. Kind of a strange meal, but satisfying nonetheless.
I poured myself this glass of wine, headed out to take Grooby for a quick after-dinner walk, then came home and enjoyed it (plus another glass) while watching Making a Murderer with Jeff. I may or may not also have run back outside and maniacally cut a bunch of daffodils in the dark, panicking that the frost overnight would kill them, while Jeff looked on in bewilderment. You decide (I 100% did).