While I’m still not ready to reinstitute coffee art, I turned to several cups of rudimentary, expressionless coffee for my replacement warmth fix.

I love holding hot mugs when I’m cold. I also have a weird habit of holding them against my face. I can’t remember who said this the other day, but thank you for making me feel like less of a freak for enjoying some warm ceramic to the cheek.

Criteria for breakfast: (a) delicioso, (b) efficient hypothermia alleviant and (c) apple-friendly (since I’m currently rolling in the galas).

Apple & Cinnamon Oat Bran

In the mix: 1/2 cup oat bran cooked with 1 cup water, thinly sliced banana & cinnamon; whole gala apple chopped and microwaved for 90 seconds in almond milk & cinnamon; topped with whipped cream.

I liked the addition of the banana to the oat bran, and I loved how apple-y my bran was with a whole apple! (I usually use half.) Oh, and the whipped cream was okay, too…

When I got snacky, I switched to my second favorite breed of manzana: el honey crisp.

After playing with red hues for a bit, I did slice and consume it with a spoonful of almond buttah.

I was really tempted to dive into one of my Barney Butter jars—but I still have about 3/4 left in my MaraNatha container. I’m weirdly anal about opening a new item when I’ve not yet finished my last (not that all ABs are created equal!). In the event that I break some boundaries, do nut butters go bad once opened? I’m not sure I’ve ever granted a nut butter a long enough lifespan to go bad… so I don’t think this should be a problem.

I think I drank 15 cups of tea yesterday. This is another thing I do when the weather takes it wintery plunge: OD on tea. During the summer, I probably consume—without exaggeration—20 cups of water a day. During the winter, this dwindles to ~2 cups; the other 18 get replaced with water’s warm and more flavorful offspring.

I love green tea, and this vanilla flavored one on the left is amazing. I switched it up with a cup or two of that raspberry jam on the right, but it wasn’t very good. I’m not big on fruity teas.

When lunchtime rolled around, I’d already decided on my star ingredient.

Sun-dried Tomato Tapenade.

I made this on Wednesday during my salad dinner prep, using this recipe.

It was really simple, and essentially just involved boiling the sun-dried tomatoes and throwing the ingredients into the blender.

The result was everything I’d imagined it to be: very sun-dried tomato-y and kalamata-y. Hate to repeat myself, but these are two of my absolute favorite things to eat. And they are very agreeable flavor companions.

As my stomach’s brain started devising a tapenade-driven plan of attack, I polished off the last of my FSTG The Works chips.

The perfect grainy compliment to my salty sun-dried tomato concoction.

There wasn’t much left in the bag, but that aluminum emptiness is always a sad sight.

During lunch brainstorming, a light bulb went off and I remembered the meal that first brought sun-dried tomato tapenade into my life.

It was one layer of the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted from Jettie’s in D.C. Jettie’s is a really cute and unfailingly delicious little sandwich shop in D.C..

I reasoned that I shouldn’t deprive myself of the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted just because I relocated to a Jettie-less city and decided lunch would be a D.I.Y. Hummock Pond sandwich.

Hm, I’ve pulled the D.I.Y. card two days, two lunches and two sandwiches in a row. What gives? My name is Sarah, and I am a sandwich plagiarist. I do love getting creative and making up my own flavorful concoctions—but sometimes I feel like the best things have already been created.

I sort of feel the same way about life musings. Hasn’t it all been said before? There are no Voltaires or Thoreaus “of today;” we simply do our best to regurgitate what’s already been said in a wittier, pithier, more modern tone. Maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’m just a sandwich plagiarist and a thought plagiarist traipsing around under the guise of an innocent 22-year-old New Yorker. [Insert evil laugh.]

Anyway, here’s my copycat D.I.Y Hummock Pond sandwich, which—in the name of being a proper plagiarist—I will rename:

Sarah’s 7-Layer Sandwich

Insert the following seven layers between two slices of toasted whole wheat bread.

Layer 1: Slice of Jarlsberg swiss cheese (best swiss EVER!)

Layer 2: Grilled, balsamic-marinated baby bella mushrooms

Layer 4: Roased red peppers, warmed in your grill pan

Layer 5: Black bean salsa

Jettie’s sandwich uses black bean & corn salsa—which I’d strongly suggest using. I only had regular salsa and cooked black beans on hand, so I mixed 2 tbsp. of each together for a little makeshift bean salsa.

Layer 6: Sun-dried tomato tapenade!!! Be generous; this layer makes the sandwich.

Layer 7: Another slice of jarlsberg, for a necessary abundance of melty cheese.

The result:

You didn’t think that was the money shot, did you?

Perfectly packed with seven delectable layers.

The lighting was weird so here’s  a picture with the flash.

OH MY GOD. Dear Jettie’s, I love you. Like, seriously, if I could marry the owner of Jettie’s, or Jim Halpert, I would be the happiest girl en el mundo!

If you have any semblance of love and respect for your tummies and taste buds, you will construct this beauty in the very near future…

Just as I was getting snacky, my Kashi sample finally came!

I’m not much of a cereal eater. But when I do enjoy a bowl, I rarely eat it with milk (with the exception of Golden Grahams, Rice Krispies and Corn Pops—because all of those taste magnificent soggy). I opted for a greek yogurt mess.

I loved Honey Sunshine! It sort of tasted like a honey-fied, healthified version of Cap’n Crunch!

When it came time for dinner, though it was World Vegetarian Day, I felt like I’d lagged in the protein department. So I made a big tuna salad mix to have on a bed of greens.

In the mix: 3 oz. tuna, two heaping dollops of plain greek yogurt, 1/3 gala chopped, dried cherries, slivered almonds, very quick honey drizzle and krazy salt.

I had a few spoonfuls before plopping it onto my salad because it was SO good. I sort of just wanted to eat it out of the bowl, but that would’ve made my salad entirely undesirable.

My salad base was 3 cups fresh spinach, English cucumber slices, sweet onion, celery and cherry tomatoes.

With the star in the center of it all.

I rarely use bottled dressing, but for some reason, my balsamic-honey combo didn’t sound good. I thought Cranberry Balsamic would go really well with the sweet tuna salad.

Correcto!

Perfect bite of the night goes to a cucumber slice harboring onion, cherry tomato and an all-inclusive dried cherry, apple and almond tuna dollop.

Mandatory dessert was a few bowls of popcorn, which I seasoned with garlic and chili powder. 

It was really good—especially the chili powder.

But, a few handfuls in, I needed my sriracha. I’m a creature of habit. And hot sauce.

Ok, so I wanted to pass along that bloggie award today, but, again, I’ve managed to write a book of post. Any advice on keeping posts shorter? I’m all about constructive criticism, so have at me .

I’m going to leave you with this EVIL picture that my cousin just texted me. He’s visiting my grandparents in Florida and being fed the best food by the world’s greatest cook, a.k.a. Nanny. When we visit, she puts out a wine & cheese, veggie & dip galore for lunch. I was considering going down with him this weekend—but decided to stay in NYC. Here’s to regret.

I’m missing out on: my adorable Nanny & Poppy, and what looks to be lots of fresh fruits, dippable veggies, hummus, guac, salsa, crab dip, FSTG, and Jarlsberg(!) among other cheeses. And that’s just what I spy from this iPhone pic.

I hope all of you are eating well like my Floridian familia and have fun weekend plans!

-Sarah

There once was a man named Bikram

Whose practice I tried out on a whim

Though I’m feeling quite sore

I understand its allure

For yoga’s sore beats the bore of the gym

And that was my roundabout, limericky way of telling you that Wednesday morning delivered just as much soreness as Tuesday’s. And that I liked it? Perhaps it’s because exercise hasn’t made me this sore in a while, but I’m sort of taking pleasure in the discomfort. Now that I officially sound like a masochist, let’s redirect our attention to yesterday’s eats.

Hump day kicked off with some coffee art.

I want to assure you that the above montage is one cup of coffee, not four. Given my current state of soreness and, uh, the whole 90 minutes a day in a 105 degree room thing, I’m not trying to further dehydrate my body with my typical “I lose count of how many cups I’ve had” coffee habit.

After my java-fix, I went on to break-ify one of my favorite childhood snacks:  Fig Newtons. While other kids indulged in Mallomars and Moon Pies, I had a serious thing for the Newtons. I’ve still not gotten over them entirely, but these days—when the reminiscent craving hits—I go for the hydrogenated oil-free Newman’s Own version. That said, I present to you…

Newman’s Sarah’s Own Fig Newton Yogurt

1 cup of plain greek yogurt, sweetened with honey and cinnamon + fresh figs

+ 1.5 graham crackers, which—if you’re lucky like me—will be the last of your bag and make for easy, mess-free crushing

=

Sarah’s Own Fig Newton Yogurt! That bodacious breakfast bowl took me right back to my childhood love affair…

I can’t lie and say that once you mix it all together it tastes just like a Fig Newton. Because—let’s face it—Fig Newtons do not contain grahams, yogurt or fresh figs. But it was an absolutely delicious blend of figgy flavor.

And I “mmmmmmmm”-ed at every single bite.

I ate my lunch in two parts in an attempt to not be too full for my 6 p.m. yoga class.

Warning: Lunch Part I looks a whole lot like breakfast—but I assure you, it’s a different fig-imbued bowl.

It is, however, nearly identical to last week’s “fruit cereal.”

In the mix: ginormous Ginger Gold apple, 2 fresh figs, raisins, dried cherries, slivered almonds, ground flax, cinnamon and almond milk.

All the usual suspects with one “fruit cereal”-changing ingredient: dried cherries.

These added so much flavor to a bowl I’d previously deemed perfection. I stand corrected. “Fruit cereal” featuring dried cherries = perfection. If you’ve not yet jumped on this bandwagon, I urge you to board promptly.

Warning #2: Lunch Part II is not nearly as attractive as Lunch Part I.

Warmed Granny Smith +

Warm cream cheese-packed WW pita =

Something not nearly as delicious as I’d imagined. Foodie foul.

If you recall, this past weekend, I discovered that sliced apples, LC and warmed WW pita are a delectable combo. So, cream cheese lover and baked apple feind that I am, I envisioned a warmed-up, cream-cheesy remix that would put my prior concoction to shame.

Erroneous on all accounts. While the cream cheese + apple flavor combo was on point, the “baked apple” got too mushy for a warm pita to handle, and things got pretty messy. Still, it was an edible mess—i.e. I cleaned the plate… but only because I needed pre-yoga fuel .

***

Foodie’s Foray into Yoga – Day 3

Yesterday’s class was the most challenging yet. It may be due to my soreness, but the stretches felt so much deeper than they did during my first two classes. I also got a lot of personal attention during last night’s class because there were only six of us. The accent-less (phew!) Brooklyn instructor gave me a lot of guidance on the proper form of each pose—which was really helpful because I could definitely feel my body working harder once I was doing the pose correctly.

It was also more challenging because I got nauseated (thanks, grammar lesson from Prof. SnackFace) throughout last night’s class. I have a feeling this had to do with lunch Part II being consumed a little less than three hours before class. When doing Bikram, you aren’t supposed to eat for 3-4 hours before class. I’ve been struggling to eat the right amount—and at the right time—so I don’t get hungry before class nor do I go to class too full. I probably should’ve skipped my failure of a lunch part dos because yesterday I definitely got to class too full. No bueno, people.

Still, if my limerick didn’t give it away, I am still loving yoga. I’ll do a full re-cap at the end of my one week challenge, but for now:

Day 3 verdict: Though my body feels like it endured the Battle of Saratoga, this foodie’s falling head over heels for yoga .

(While I warned you that I have a tendency to speak in poem, I never claimed to be good at it…)

***

Dinner last night was the monster salad I’d planned on eating Tuesday night before my chicken-craving hit.

In the mix: chopped romaine, grilled chicken, grilled & marinated mushrooms, grilled onions, grilled peppers, roasted cherry tomatoes, oil-cured black olives and feta.

You’ll notice a whole lot of grilled in there because, as I’ve said before, I love salads with grilled veggies.

One unusual suspect in last night’s salad was:

I almost never put feta in salads. I don’t know why, but I’m really not wooed by the cheese in salad thing. However, I realized that I currently have an abundance of feta cheese…

So I went with it. And, I wont lie, it was a wonderful little addition.

Another component worth pointing out is…

Though these resemble something that might be force-fed to Survivor contestants, they’re actually oil-cured olives. My favorite. Seriously, you can add them to anything or eat them straight-up. They do not disappoint. Ever. (I always weird myself out when I get that dramatic about food—but I’m being entirely serious.)

Oh, and that brown drizzle you see, that’d be my super simple honey balsamic dressing. 3 tbsp balsamic vinegar mixed with 1/2 tablespoon honey. It’s pretty amazing—and seriously simple.

The best part about eating salad for dinner is (usually) having room for dessert—which came in the form of my previous PB discovery…

Really, I only ate this since I didn’t give you guys a picture last time, and I figured you might need some visual incentive to take the PB&Popcorn leap. Although, probably not…

Happy Office-watching!

-Sarah

Jokes aside, as a newbie to food blogland, I’ve been trying to nail down that all elusive ideal posting schedule. I know I’d like to post at least once a day. But I think I need the Friday night-Sunday afternoon hiatus in order to fully immerse myself in all the weekend has to offer. By this I mean it is very difficult to achieve pith, wit and respectable eating habits when inebriated and/or hung-over. To assure you I’m not a total lush, I also enjoy having the free time to frolic around the city with my friends, at times without my camera in-hand.

That said, I do eat—lots—on the weekends. So I’m thinking every Sunday, a weekend-in-eats recap is in order.

During this particular half-dreary/half-beautiful NYC weekend, I discovered…

-Yellow zucchini is undeniably tastier when slightly burnt.

-If you love this:

But want to jazz it up in a manner more socially acceptable than this:

Cinnamon is a completely different but equally as delicious addition.

Seriously, sweet and salty—and something you need to try immediately.

-The former, while healthier, aren’t nearly as honey-licious and satisfying as the latter. However, when the organic bears combine forces with the following weekend discovery….

…and some vanilla bean ice cream….

…they redeem themselves by playing a vital role in one of the most indulgent—and adorable!—dessert bowls to date. All is not lost. Phew.

-Peachy Keen Maple Yogurt=

Greek yogurt + fresh peach slices + maple syrup, also known as my latest attempt to make breakfast taste like dessert.

Eating peaches without maple syrup from here on out is going to prove difficult…

-Sliced apples and Laughing Cow in a warmed whole wheat pita is an incredible afternoon delight.

And I’m pretty disappointed in myself for taking so long to unite these two foodie favorites.

-Soy Vey! teriyaki sauce makes vegetables taste better. No matter what.

Especially when you are still trying to use up an abundance of butternut squash—and simultaneously making sure to eat it in new ways to preserve the strength of your love for said winter vegetable.

The necessity of my finger to keep this wrap in-tact during its photo-op leads to my next discovery…

-I routinely overstuff wraps to the point that they cannot close—or be consumed in front of (or by) any respectable human being.

Lastly…

-When you wake up craving ice cream, there is always a way to make it work (without eating straight out of the carton at 10 a.m.).

I present to you: Vanilla Bean Irish Oats Ice Cream

-Irish oats complimented by vanilla extract and cinnamon, topped with vanilla bean ice cream and, naturally, more cinnamon.

I promise, this hot and cold combo will force you to view both oats and ice cream in a whole new euphorically delicious light.

In conclusion, ice cream can be a part of your healthy morning breakfast. For calcium purposes, of course.

I hope my discoveries make up for my weekend disappearing act! Bloggers, what’s your ideal blogging schedule? And, what’s your ideal posting schedule for the blogs you follow?

Enjoy what’s left of your lazy Sunday!

-Sarah

For all its tragedy and somber, 9/11 was one of our generation’s most poignant events. Living through it moved our nation to redefine its identity and rediscover its pride. Experiencing it as a New Yorker moved me to fall in love with the city that’s always been my home all over again.

So, today, instead of awkwardly fumbling for words to commemorate all that was lost on 9/11, I’m celebrating a city that refused to let tragedy rob its spirit and virtue. Today, I’m eating for the Big Apple.

My Big Apple Breakfast:

I got the idea for fruit cereal from Katie at Yes, I Want Cake and couldn’t wait any longer to try it.

In my bowl:

• massive Ginger Crisp apple
• figs
• raisins
• slivered almonds
• ground flax
• cinnamon
• almond milk

I let it sit in the fridge for 5 minutes because I like my real cereal soggy—and figured the same preference would likely apply here.

Oh my god. Genius. The raisins and the figs were the perfect addition, and apples in almond milk? What an unlikely badass duo? This breakfast will be making frequent appearances.

I sort of wanted it again for lunch, but in an attempt avoid both monotony and physical transformation into a green apple, I went for this:

That’d be Jenny’s best wrapper alive, which I’d previously remixed. I used all the original’s components this time: tuna, garlic & herb LC, plain greek yogurt, diced apple and salt & pepper on a whole wheat wrap.

Lil’ Wayne’s got some competition because this is, indeed, the best wrapper alive. I loved my remix, but the apples really were the key ingredient. The wrap was  sort of overflowing—all the good ones do—but I managed to salvage any of its lost innards. Si, by that I do mean that I licked the plate.

Ok, I’m off to jumpstart my weekend (yes, weekends are still weekends when you’re unemployed because that’s when your employed friends come out to play!). I hope all your weekends are fun and food-filled!

T.G.I.F. (I wish Sabrina was still on),

-Sarah

Jokes, people. That was the boring base of what came to be a veggie-loaded ensalada deliciosa. I know I’ve said this before, but it’s worth repeating. Salads should taste good! If you’ve ever created a Whole Foods salad—hot bar mix-ins included, of course—you understand the flavorful potential that every bed of lettuce holds. One of my favorite “breeds” of salad are the kinds that host a mix of veggies from both the raw and cooked disciples. I’m mildly obsessed with throwing grilled vegetables in my salad.

Tonight I added a veggie I’d not previously salad-ified into the mix, one of my fall favorites: butternut squash! It can be a pain to prepare—but it is seriously so rich and versatile. Tonight I steamed it without peeling it first, which completely took the pain out of the prep.

It literally just fell out of its skin after steaming for about 40 minutes. (Expect to see a lot of b-nut squash in the next few days because I’m pretty sure I have upwards of a pound leftover…)

Needless to say, b-nut was one of my cooked veggie components in this hot and cold mix. Its other hot brethren were peas and grilled zucchini. (Grilled zucchini boosts any salad’s savory status. Never fails.) The cold mix-ins were celery, yellow peppers, sweet onion and garbanzo beans.

Dressed up in balsamic and celery salt, and accompanied by a whole wheat pita. My new thing: smearing a LC wedge in the warmed WW pita and occasionally stuffing in some of the salad goods.

Halfway through, I realized I should’ve thrown these slivered almonds in…

So I did! You see, I do exercise control with nuts if I happen to be polishing off the perfectly portioned remainder of a container… That counts, right?

I am so in love with the grilled-meets-raw veggie salad combo right now. Like so contentedly in love that I’m not even thinking about dessert. Sometimes I freak myself out when vegetables invoke this level of elation…

Buenos noches, bloggies,

-Sarah

Breakfast was a bombshell, but, you know, beauty doesn’t equate to fullness. Yea, that didn’t really make sense, but it sounded pretty philosophical, so I went with it. Realization of the day: Neglecting to doctor my Greek yogurt up with some good ole carbs=O.H.F. (One Hungry Foodie) in approx. one hour.

My initial attempts to lull my rumbling tummy were valiant. I went for all things fruity.

Frozen grapes and a kiwi. I tried to eat the kiwi in its full form a la Kath, but furry fruit just isn’t my foodie forte (is it wrong that alliteration excites me?). I spit that bite out, decided not be lazy and peeled the rest before consumption.

Then I got on to enjoying the beautiful 73 degree weather by… shopping? Usually I’d opt for being outdoorsy but, currently, I have some mysterious hip injury (a.k.a. no running) + no gym membership. So, uh, sedentary lifestyle, here I come? Ah, whatever, I walked there and back.

By the time I got home, I was famished. So I made an egg white omelet with way-too-much-for-any-other-person-but-myself portions of spinach, American + feta cheese and Sriracha hot sauce.

Omelets never keep me full for long, so I made sure to bust out my stash of Synder’s Organic Oat Bran pretzels (pictured with iced mango green tea, mmmm).

Have you tried these? If not, get on ‘em STAT. Oat bran in the form of pretzels? My word. I’m considering getting a lifetime supply in case they’re discontinued or some tragedy along those lines. I didn’t mean to eat half the bag, but that’s never the intention, is it?

After some errand running, O.H.F.-syndrome struck again. It really is one of those B.P.D.s (Bottomless Pit Days).

I was so not in a real food mood. So I got my SnackFace on—let’s be serious, it’s been on all day—and let these twin culprits do their damage.

There was about a quarter of a bag left in each of these. But I meant business, and, in the end, all that was salvaged was…

…the bags themselves.

No regrets. It was delicious, simple snacking—a bit gratuitous, I admit. But, people, I think I am finally full.

Do you ever have those B.P.D.s? If so, what’s your remedy of choice? I kind of think the only cure for mine was lots ‘o snacking, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

See you after dinner—because I’m never full enough to skip that!

-Sarah

Unfortunately, I’ve got zero pics to share because who actually wants to document their late-night snackage? Plus, I thought I’d only be munching on one graham cracker. That number obviously multiplied once I had the brilliant idea of smearing some cream cheese on those suckers. It was almost like eating cheesecake. Almost. Looking back, I should’ve busted out a little jelly, too. I guess there’s always tonight…

I woke up this morning craving one thing: apples and peanut butter! Best feeling in the world: Waking up and knowing exactly what you want to eat. Actually… best feeling in the world: Waking up and knowing what you want to eat, and then proceeding to take that craving to a new level of deliciousness.

A.K.A., instead of just going for this:

…I went for this:

Oooh yes, I did. PB and apples in Fage greek yogurt, with a little cinnamon and honey.

I love turning tried-and-true snacks into new, exponentially-more-exciting eats! I know the above pic is prettier, but this breakfast was much more enjoyable once I made a peanut butter-swirly mess of it.

Ay dios! As you can see from yesterday and today’s morning munchies, I’ve got some serious love for my Fage. It’s just perfectly creamy and the ideal base for all of my crazy A.M. concoctions. I haven’t ventured into Chobani or Oikos—but, por favor, tell me, greek yogie goddesses: What’s your greek yogurt of choice? And why? I’m always willing to branch out, especially because Fage is pretty pricey.

Ok, I’m off to find some way to enjoy this beautiful end-of-the-summer NYC weather!

See you later!

Sarah

I’m Sarah, the aforementioned foodie, and this would be the very first “diary.” I’m a 22-year-old recent grad, living in NYC, loving food (duh) and trying to come up with a master plan to turn that love for food into a career!

If you so desire, you can read all about me here, and a little more here.

I’ve been having a secret love affair with food blogs for a few months now. And I figured there’s no time like the present to quit lurking and start flogging (new term for food blogging?). I’m not exactly sure what will come of this blog. But I hope to:

• Share my eats—the delicious, the horrific and the straight-up shameful (hopefully mostly delicious?)
• Discuss food, health, fitness and all that jazz
• Experiment with new recipes, and dish out some of my tried-and-true oldies
• Review products and restaurants
• Occasionally impart some more in-depth pieces of writing on food, wellness and life in general
• Oh yea, and possibly figure out what I want to do with my life. Asking too much? I didn’t think so.

But, alas, I am only half the equation of The Foodie Diaries. The other half… well, that’d be you. I’m really looking to my readers—currently an imaginary community, haha—to engage in a foodie forum. And, in an effort to feed my insatiable curiosity of all things food and health-related, I’m really hoping to learn from you all. From new foods to new nutrition findings to something I’m eating that you’re pretty sure is going to kill me—please don’t hold back (especially on that last one), I want in on all of it!

But, I guess I should quit blabbering and get into what you guys really want—ze goods, a.k.a. my foods! I can’t really expect you to endure these rants of mine without backing up all my talk, can I?

My premiere Foodie Diaries b-fast…

Fage greek yogurt with cinnamon, honey and–this is where the magic happens–whole wheat graham crackers.

Oooooooohmygod. Graham crackers in greek yogurt!? Why have I not done this before?? The mix was pretty ingenious… Los tastebuds were definitely feeling it. I know everyone is on board the flavored Chobani bandwagon right now–but I’m a big fan of plain ole greek yogurt because I love making creations like these!

I also enjoyed some watermelon and undocumented iced coffee, in an attempt to pretend the summer isn’t coming to an end…

On to lunch…

Corn tortillas with queso mexicano, tuna salad (a little mayo, mustard, celery and onion in le mix) and avocado slices.

And what’s a girl to do with the leftover avocado and tuna? They seemed like the perfect excuse to bust out the to-die-for Food Should Taste Good multigrain chips. Good call, Sar. Sunflower seeds, saltiness and other succulent seasoning–those chips never cease to amaze me.

Ok, I’m off to do a cupcake run because it’s a very special five-year-old’s birthday today. And nothing says feliz cumpleanos like a cupcake, especially when you’re five! (Or 22… whatevs…)

Hasta dinner!

-Sarah