Finally eating supper. Avocado BLT on poorly cut garlic bread with After Eight hot chocolate. Stoked.
This was my super awesome fantasmagasmic (new word, sounds weird) breakfast at 4pm because I forget to eat until mid-afternoon, at which point I just eat everything until I go to bed. First I made apple (fresh McIntosh, mah fave) cinnamon and brown sugar buttermilk pancakes (from a box because I’m not that confident in my skills in pacakery), then I made a peanut butter sammich out of two of them (after eating the first two horriblefailurecakes) and then drenched it in syrup. Just the Aunt Jemima crap ‘cause I’m cheap as hell and I don’t know where to (or if I can) find my favourite actual maple syrup in this city. I took so many pictures that it was kinda cold by the time I ate it.
I am a pancake god.
Next time, I’m adding candied bacon.
I write in parentheses a lot.
Shitty picture, but NOM. Homemade fries, cheese sauce (pile of shredded cheddar, butter, milk, flour, red pepper flakes, and jalapeno lime avocado salad dressing), tomatoes, and green onion.
Grilled cheese. Mozza (3 layers), bacon, smoked meat, 1/2 an avocado, and tomato. God is a sammich and I am eating him.
Pork fajitas from a couple weeks ago. Want again. Overstuffing resulted in them not staying closed unless in hands. So fucking messy.
Guac, spinach, bbq pork.
Pilsbury dough, creme cheese, bacon, onion, green onion, cheddar cheese, leftover taco meat, and insane amount of spinach, and more cheddar cheese. NOM.
Happy 420 to those who care.
