Toasty Roasty

Alrighty. So.
I know it's Earth Day and all, which means (supposedly) that you shouldn't be wasting electricity/gas/blahblah, but I honestly couldn't resist the beckoning of Mr. Air Conditioner, today.

It's unlike me, I know. I normally tend to migrate to the warmest spot in the house and plant my booty there.
And fortunately, that spot is usually my room.

But, seriously...

+90 degree weather is TOO.HOT.

Even for Morgan, the girl of a thousand sweatshirts.
*nod*

Thankfully, this crazay weather will be cooling down to the 60's and 70's this weekend. But at least I finally discovered my heat threshold.
(WHUT. There's a limit? o.O)

So anyhay. Other than that, I've made a smattering of progress in the getting-my-ass-back-on-track dealio. Startin' with a coupla new dindins I've concocted:

Whoever said no brekkie for dindin is nutso.
I dub him..MONDO BURRITO.
Made with scrambled eggs, pepperjack cheese, broccoli, and, uh...a whole lotta otha shiznit.
Plus creamy salsa. In ze back.

Put 'em togetha an' whaddaya got?
Bippity-boppity-boo(tiful-burrito).
*munch*

Then, last night, I whipped up a stir fry (inspired by my most favoritest Lauren in ze world!)

Ain't he perty?
I bought 'im at the wunnerland that is Trader Joe's.
Made my tumtum a happy camper, fershur.

And tonight, thanks to the GERSHDERN heat, I threw together a salad as part (also had crepes - not photogenic, but mhmm..) of my dindins.

Romaine, hardboiled egg, sliced 'shrooms, bacon bits, and thousand island dressing sloshed all over it.
So reminiscent of summer.
WHY AM I STILL IN SCHOOL. URGH.

Oh! And I have an extra speshul announcement to make, that can be summarized in 5 words.

Quick.cooking.steel.cut.oats.

Stop pinching yourself. You're not dreaming.

This phenomena was joyously discovered at Trader Joe's (I swear I don't live there. Really.) last weekend. And I finally got to test it out this morning.

Results are in.

Steel-cut oats, persimmon (mushed in), walnuts, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
Plus a good sploosh of almond milk.
Wow.
I've said it many a' time, and I'll say it again with gusto:
ORGASMICAL.

Even if the stuff DID initially overflow in the micro, I forgave it in the end. For steel-cut outs truly do imbue a chewy nuttiness that is unrivaled by regular rolled outs.

I give it a Morgan star of approval.
And that be sayin' summat.

Okies. On to snacks! (The ones I actually managed to snag pictures of before they disappeared into the black hole of tumtum, anyhow.)
Acos I'm a snackin' machiiiine.

Startin' out with this liddle doozy:

Oh Lordy.
I think I'm in love.

Unlike Oikos, this wasn't too tangy, and didn't have a funny chemical-y taste.
And how do you know it's some DERN GUD yoggie?

That's how.
Impressive.

Although it wasn't a real snack until I crumbled in a Fig Newton. (Yummy. Energy-dense. Easy on the tummy. SCORE.)

Gettin' figgy with it. =]

And had a juicay ripe orange 'longside.

Could I have gotten the camera any closer?
..prolly not.

Lastly, before I abandon y'all for my soft, cozy bed, I have a particularly beauteous experience I must share with you.
And it can all be summarized in this one photo.

Warm apricot jam spooned directly into the last of my vanilla fro-yo, topped with a sprinkling of maple walnut granola.
Some extra walnuts may also have been consumed off-film.
(Shh. Don't tell anyone.)

Straight out of the pint. That's how I like it best.

And, on that note...

Sweet dreams, blogland. <3


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