I’m not the girl that’s proud of her home state. With a million awful Jersey stereotypes—only reinforced as of late on reality shows—I never go out of my way to tell people I’m from New Jersey. But today I’m excited to go home for a few days and unwind with family and friends.
So excited that I put smiley face blueberries in my oatmeal.
And ran three miles before work.
YES!
YOU GUYS! I was cleaning up, and I found this weird thing between my bed and my couch. It has four burners, a refrigerator and this weird microwave/convection oven thing.
I searched through the fridge to see what I could turn into a meal. I found a veal pattie and sauteed it, then adding some sauce and cheese for a makeshift veal parm. I sauteed some veggies and threw them over whole wheat pasta again. Since that’s a little fried-food heavy, I had a salad on the side with a balsamic vinagrette with a little sea salt—because I’ve never found something sea salt doesn’t make better.