We can start marching already?

Where did February and January go?  I think I was too busy eating a few too many of "that shown below"  to notice.

I still eat these darn things for dinner about 5 nights a week.  I finally broke down and did the challenging math of how expensive mixing these two ingredients together for every meal can be.  I noticed my grocery bill was getting a little steep.   As soon as I hit the equal button on my calculator widget I laughed out loud- $0.275.  Maybe I should cut down on my cost and not buy hormone free eggs and 100 % whole wheat bread? 

I will tell you about another expensive meal I make that is doomed to break my checking account.

Store-bought bread bowl $0.98
**You must brush the bread with EVOO, dust with garlic salt, and heat for 5 minutes.

+ Can of soup on sale for $0.88


I know my skillzzz in the kitchen are very intimidating. Now look at these...

I had chocolate left over so a little drizzling was a must. (And so was licking the bowl and spatula).

 This one was really fun to eat.


The recipe can be found here-but I made a few modifications.  I didn't add as much peanut butter to each pretzel as they did and I also didn't quite know how to measure with my measuring cups that day either.  I made them right after I had just gotten off of the phone with someone from Arkansas so my mind was a little scattered.  Looking back on it all, I should have used a whole teaspoon of peanut butter. That is my favorite part.


All in all I can be described as having beer taste on a champaign budget when it comes to eating meals right now.  It is the other way around with every other aspect of my life.


Can I also tell you what happened to me today?  If your answer is no, then just quite reading. If it is yes, well... I was leaving a store here in town that has a whole bunch of floor to ceiling windows and then a door amongst them. Kind of like this.

With my smooth moves, I passed the punks in front of me who stopped to find something in their bags.  When I got up to the "door" it did not move, as most windows don't, and my shoulders and head came barreling into the glass.  This did not go unheard or unseen.  The punks that I passed earlier didn't know whether to laugh or ask if I was alright.  I told them that I should have waited for them to go first to see if their exit strategy was more efficient.  Then we laughed. Then I kept laughing of course, as I always do.