I realize that open season on pumpkin began a few days ago, but work with me here. My first day of the month was so fabulous that I couldn’t skip blogging it, even if a few days have passed.
I did, however, have my giant (soul-crushing) exam that morning so I started my day with a coffee energy drink from the vending machines.
But then I moved on to the juiciest, crunchiest, crispiest Jazz apple of the year.
Once home, I put the first wave into the fridge.
And made myself a salad.
– romaine topped with a heaping Tbsp each ground flax, buckwheat groats, and peanut sauce –
– seaweed ramen –
I picked up a short, non-fat pumpkin spice latte on my walk to work.
Adam met me at the end of my shift and we walked over to Blue Monk so I could get the beer I’ve been coveting since September.
It is sweet and squashy and smells like the best dessert you’ll ever eat. <– which is funny because I actually hate pumpkin pie
And then I was wasted because apparently I’m a light-weight like no other. In spite of my obnoxiously loud giggles, we forged ahead and got food too.
An appetizer of marinated olives and pickled veggies with sourdough bread.
I ate ~25%.
And we split the veggie burger.
– Artichoke and chickpea patty with fresh tomato jam, cilantro aioli, on a whole wheat bun and sweet potato fries –
I ate 50%, minus most of my bun.
On the walk home we stopped at Spot for fallish desserts.
My caramel apple cupcake was old and stale (I ate ~33%), but it was still a fabulous end to the evening.
And then Tuesday was my first clinic day at the hospital and it was ridiculous and I ate all of my meals on the go, with no camera, the end.