Today is What I Ate Wednesday, and you know what that means. A day in the life of my food. I must confess, I don’t have pictures of everything, but I promise to fill in all the sketchy details. Why do the details have to be sketchy? I don’t know, but it sounds more interesting, so sketchy it is.
Before we get sketchified (How is this not a real word? Rubbish, I say), let me give a big old shout out to Ms. Jenn over at Peas and Crayons for hosting our fine weekly affair, and also being the Queen of sketch-free ingredients. I shall lend her my crown…temporarily, of course. She uses real food and for that reason alone, I heart her. I might also heart her eats because every single recipe I’ve made, and I’ve made my fair share, has been phenomenal. She does her homework, and it shows.
I’m sharing my Saturday eats with all of you, and my first photo fail is my morning cup of coffee. I kind of fail at this one every week though, so I’m not worried. I mean really, unless it’s iced coffee or a mocha frappe-whatever, I just can’t seem to exude much excitement for a photo of coffee. The actual drink, on the other hand, well now…ahem…clears throat….♫ “The best part of waking up is [coffee] in my cup.” ♫ If I’m being honest, there’s probably an Edith Bunker type screech at the end of that line.
I skipped breakfast on Saturday (I can’t eat first thing in the a.m.) because I was out of the house early for some strawberry picking. If you want to get technical, I did have strawberries fresh from the fields because I managed to sneak some while I was picking. One for me, two for my basket, one for me, two for my basket. It’s math people, nothing sketchy here; aside from petty larceny.
I’m guessing a creepy crawler or two was also consumed (and not pictured) since I didn’t rinse, much less wash the berries first. Oh the horror; yet somehow I’m still alive and kicking, preferably in a chorus line type way.
By the time I got home from picking, I needed something a little more tangible than strawberries and since my stomach sounded like a Mac truck, I inhaled my last Banana Muffin, which hails from Running With Spoons low-fat banana bread. Seven simple and sketch free ingredients. Can’t beat that.
I realize there are two muffins in this picture, and I only ate one. The other went to the Hubby because I am generous and was also already whipping up lunch: two fried eggs and my leftover Farro Risotto from dinner the night before.
Ignore the fact my eggs look like they were ravaged by a deranged chipmunk. That was just me, still struggling desperately to achieve yolk porn with these farm fresh eggs. It will happen and when it does, ♫ Watch out now. ♫
Hours and a nap later, I was feeling snacky, which is after all the theme this month, so I made a little snack platter, with Ramp Pesto and Garlic Hummus. Going clockwise, we have cucumbers, grape tomatoes, Gooseberries from the farmers market, and snap peas. Yes, I absolutely bought the Gooseberries based solely on their cute factor. I can’t resist a pretty fruit, veggie, or man (so long as it’s the Hubby).
Since snacks is the theme this month and technically this was my only photographed snack of the day, I’ll just show you another picture from a different angle, so it looks like I was really snackilicious.
I realize this is absolute trickery, some might even say sketchy, and I’m good with it.
I followed up my snack platter with pizza or since my crust is so über thin, we should just call it flat bread, with more Ramp Pesto, a freshly sliced tomato and a ball of mozzarella. Please feel free to throw an Italian accent on that last bit, especially the mozzarella. Large hand gestures are equally acceptable (I might have started watching the Housewives of New Jersey last night, and it shows).
My evening concluded with porch beers at a friend’s house so I have no more pictures, but a hard cider and a strawberry beer were absolutely consumed, along with several handfuls of kettle cooked potato chips. If I wasn’t in the company of others, I would have totally inhaled those chips. Alas, moderation and dare I say it, a little bit of humility…from…me (wow, that sounds odd just typing it) prevailed. It’s like I don’t even know myself anymore.
What does a day in the life of your eats look like? Have you ever had Gooseberries? Is the best part of waking up, coffee in your cuuuppppppp? ♫