I’m sorry, I just love saying what’s going to be served for dinner.
Tonight, my husband served tuna sandwiches, but these weren’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill tuna sandwiches. They were special. The tuna salad had chunks of cherry tomatoes, celery, onions, cucumbers and pickles and was served on lightly toasted rustic bread with a slice of Swiss cheese and the last of the lettuce from the garden.
There were snap peas on the side along with a few tortilla chips. It was really tasty and simple.
I’ve been trying to stay away from breads and carbs lately, and I don’t know what possessed me to buy this loaf at the grocery store over the weekend. It’s too darn delicious. Last night, we had it with pasta, and normally I don’t eat bread with pasta but my word, was it ever good.
I took a photo of last night’s bread because my husband pointed out that it looked like a rabbit.
A very tasty, buttery, mouth-watering rabbit and ok, I will stop now. But it had been so long since I had bread that I felt a little dizzy from how good it tasted.
* swoon *
And then I had a second slice. As I ate it, I thought to myself that I’ll never get back into my bikini after this. And then I remembered that it’s probably been 35 years since I’ve worn a bikini anyway and damn, this bread sure was good.
Ok. Now I promise I’m going to stop tantalizing you.
George says hello.
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What I’m watching tonight: Mrs. Brown, on Netflix.
Here’s the skinny from Netflix: Grieving widow Queen Victoria (Oscar nominee Judi Dench) withdraws into sadness for years until plainspoken manservant John Brown (Billy Connolly) disrupts her mourning. But as their friendship grows, it results in personal and political ramifications for both of them. Exquisitely filmed and fueled by sparkling performances, director John Madden's period drama brilliantly portrays the woman behind an empire and the man who helped her live again.
It’s pretty interesting, frankly.
Until tomorrow, then . . .