You know what this blog needs? This blog needs more pitch-yaahss. Yes, indeed.
My lunch yesterday was a Dr. Praeger’s California Burger wrap, but I had to tote said burger separately, mais oui, so that I could heat it up without wilting the greens. Peep the construction the night before:
Sriracha and spicy mustard with Parm on a multi-grain tortilla!
Romaine and baby spinach!
Honestly, the Overnight Oatmeal Smoothie held me over for hours, so I didn’t eat the sucker ’til around 2pm-ish. Had some coffee and tucked away an apple for later.
Seriously “Office Space”, no?
Today I treated myself to some cherries from the coop (yes, I’m finally a member!), my first sugar plum from the Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket, and a deeeeeeeeelicious scoop of Jamaican Grape Nut ice cream on a sugar cone from Bittersweet. I mean, hey! I walked to the gym, powered through an hour of Total Body Conditioning, and walked to Ft. Greene, so…
Yes, it was deserved.
Oh oh oh! But before all of that (but after the grueling yet satisfying gym workout), I met my ol’ pal Rippy for brunch at Moim in Park Slope.
Eh, wait. It wasn’t really brunch. It was LUNCH. (Brunch implies imbibing in a Bloody for me, something I do less often now, I s’pose.) But, anyhoooo, I ordered kimchee rice with tofu and salad.
It was — how do you say? — just okay. The tofu was silken and fried tempura-style. Would have been better if firm and stir-fried until golden. And four pieces of silken tofu for $1? Seriously? Seriously?
We finished the afternoon off at the Brooklyn Flea, and please do notice that I am still in gym attire with gym hair, while Rippy looks on with that stoic Rippy pose.
Must go to Flea again, but with deeper pockets and emptier stomach.
Check out these babies, please. (Would certainly put that kimchee rice dish to shame, y’know?)
And this menu from this vendor!
Not sure what tonight brings. Perhaps a drink or two in the ‘hood. Perhaps an early bedtime, as I have my second weekend trip to the gym (yoga! yay!) in the morn.
(Incidentally, I spotted a certain judge from the Next Food Network Star at the gym this morning, and while I wanted to inquire as to the results of tomorrow’s next week’s finale, I simply just tried not to stare.)
Hope your Saturday night brings rollickin’ trouble, kids.