Persephone: Which would be whole wheat toast with peanut butter, but my boss is too paranoid to have a toaster at work. *darkly* Can I be pyrokinetic, please? I promise to only use my powers for toast.
Just lift the glass out of a scanner or xerox machine, wrap the bread in tin foil, and run a few copies. About 20 for a light brown, 50 for dry, dark toast.
Ganesh: Smoothie maker novelty still not worn off, so a glass of whatever blended concoction's on tap. This morning, blended strawberries, raspberries, nectaries and bananas in apple and cranberry juice. Mmmm...
This is a joy that, for me, is only reserved for weekends. And not lately. Sigh.
Workday mornings, it's a granola bar, a 6 oz can of pink grapefruit juice and a raw carrot in the car on the way to work. Today, two carrots, no granola or juice, and a lot of water once I got here.
I'm a commuter. A commuter who loves carrots.
Pers again: Mmm, in about a month I'm going to have tomatoes up to my hips... Husb loves nothing better than his tomato plants. He may be planning to take over the world with tomato plants.
Mine, alas, are withering in the heat. Tomatoes are a winter crop down here. I've got yellow pear tomatoes, some nice plum tomatoes and a plant that just sprouted in my backyard that I noticed & started nurturing and has thus far produced three full-sized, lovely tomatoes. In a week or so, I'll need to cut them back to survive the summer.
In the old house, they grew right beside the car, so a very ripe, very fresh pear tomato would be a common adjunct to breakfast. Or a quick snack before opening the front door upon returning home.
I suddenly feel very counter-revolutionary. |
