I worked outside the house yesterday, but before leaving, I ate this yogurt.
My morning (noonish) coffee was consumed at the delightful Datz Dough.
I also had a roast beef sandwich. It was okay. I got about halfway through and just ate the filling.
After several hours of work, I took a break and popped over next door for a beer and some rosemary fries.
I didn’t eat too many of the fries; they went from this:
I worked for another hour or so, drove home, and changed to go running.
Then I went running.
Then I went grocery shopping.
I showered and stuff, then I started cooking dinner.
While cooking, I consumed a few palmfuls of nutritional yeast mixed with vegan bac’n bits, because I am a very strange person.
Supper was eggs and rice with a lot of veggies.
Dessert was cherries!
Then we started watching Voyager, because it was inevitable. Snacks were Triscuits with a little melted fromage fort, goldfish, and more yeast and fake bacon bits.
Then my tongue felt strange.