Last night was rainy and dreary, so instead of going to Pure Barre, I took a nap. Oops. Dinner was just a mishmash of CSA vegetables: roasted eggplant and broccoli, heirloom tomato, and a sweet potato. Let me say this -- microwaving potatoes is the way to go. Auntie B will probably strangle me if she reads this, but it's true. Just poke some holes and nuke your tuber until soft, then toss it in the oven with your other veggies so the outside gets crisp. I'm too impatient to bake a potato until it's mushy and delish (ask Rob if you don't believe me; he's had more than his fair share of underdone taters), and the microwave works miracles, trust me (Emily, I'm talking to you). The last slice of Saturday's pizza somehow made it's way onto my plate...as did Sriracha, which accompanies pretty much every dinner at my apartment.
After feasting, I talked on the phone with my parents for a good hour. I can't wait until the day that we can talk for an hour over dinner! Hopefully, my family will one day live close enough to each other that shared meals are a weekly occurrence. Getting to see these pretty ladies every day would be pretty much the best thing ever. Girl can dream, right?
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