This has been nothing if not an uneventful, relaxing, and peaceful weekend, and for that I am happy. Yesterday the BF and I nearly adopted a buddy for Arnie.
She, of course, was too busy looking super wiener-y and lounging in the Florida sunshine to care. Perhaps she will get a buddy at a later date.
I found a recipe in an old issue of Healthy Cooking magazine that I was itching to try this morning: sort of like a quiche . . . or a casserole . . . and it involved (in my case, hot) sausage, spinach, cheese and mushrooms, so I was a happy camper.
Also, each serving of this delicious treat was only 195 calories. That made me a REALLY happy camper, because you'd never know from the flavor.
I cut the recipe in half, and it still made a TON of food. This is another recipe I'll stash away for when the visitors start pouring back in (who would've thought that moving to Florida would make the BF and I so darn popular?!) and I need to impress with my mad cookin' skillllllz.
While I find myself in a situation where shopping is strictly forbidden, my toes are telling me that I could make an exception for these:
My feet would be happy, because they would be warm; my toes would be happy, because they would be free; and (most importantly) I would be happy because . . . well . . . look at them!