Do I really want to eat that?
This morning, I had the remaining piece of the frittata that I made the other day. I swear!
I would have loved to make another trip to Tim Horton’s this morning. Especially because I think my coffee maker finally kicked the bucket. I prepared an entire pot, and walked away, expecting it to do its thang. I looked at it much later and saw that the damn thing is only half full with coffee Where’s the rest of it, you ask? Well, it’s all backed up in the basket, with the grounds, overflowing. EEw.
Now, I’m sorry, because I’ve told you this exact same story before, and maybe you’re thinking it’s my fault for continuing to use it, but I thought it was a one time thing. Now I know.
Lesson learned, my friends, lesson learned.
After the coffee fiasco, I was standing in the kitchen, searching for some lunch contents that didn’t exist. Adam ate the last cheese stick, GAH! I have no more fruit, D’OH! And yesterday, I finished my bag of salad, DAG!
Thankfully, I had some asparagus soup that I made months ago, and threw in the freezer.
Being that we’re so close to Halloween, doesn’t this soup make you want to scream out “THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!”
I’m not going to lie. I’m not all that excited about my lunch selection. I wasn’t all that excited when I first gave it a spin a while back. Luckily, I packed a few slices of rye bread to toast up with the soup. And I know I’ve professed my love for rye toast.
The thought of eating asparagus soup while a co worker is chowing down on some Mickey D’s or Buffalo Chicken pizza right next to me, is not thrilling. And did I mention he has a HUGE bag of Peanut Butter M&M’s I saw him hide in his desk? Sharing is caring, dude!
Edited to add: I ate the soup. While it vaguely reminded me of the spew from Linda Blair’s mouth, it still tasted good.