I’m having a day.
There’s been a long list of grievances, including a sandwich gone flying and a parking ticket, but we won’t get into it. I’m trying to shake it off myself and don’t want to relieve the bad memories.
So, instead of my self pity over the flying sandwich that resulted in a steering wheel covered with raspberry jam, let me show it to you pre-disaster.
So good. I think this is a KERF creation—-tempeh, jam and swiss cheese? Maybe? Regardless, it was probably the best tempeh sandwich I’ve made and I will be repeating. But not eating while driving. Ever again. Jam on the steering wheel = sticky hands trying to pour wine at work. Fail.
I also had a pear and I managed to eat that with some grace.
Work was fun and I ate a new bar that I’ll admit I was a little nervous about initially. It seems like half of the blog world loves this and the other half hates it. I like weird things so I decided to try it.
And….I LOVED IT. Yes, yes, yes I did! In all its pea protein and weird sea ingredient glory….I loved the crunch (buckwheat crispies?). But…be warned: I like weird things that not everyone likes. My taste buds are tainted from years of spinach smoothies and whole wheat pasta.
Because I was in a funk, the boyfriend took me to dinner here. While I’m in Philly sipping cocktails with the girls and learning the benefits of an all new vegetarian fish oil, he is going on some super-man-adventure-road-trip to the grand canyon, vegas, flagstaff and all up the California coast. The good news is that he is bringing back both his best friend for the summer and Wilus, a large basset hound.
Back to dinner.
I had a glass of Iron Horse chardonnay-nay