“Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July…” ok I have had that song in my head all day.
For breakfast I had a failure egg. I thought my omelet was cooked, but it wasn’t, so I took it out of the pan too soon. It actually had to be returned to the pan for another minute, and became a giant blob.
The egg had a little sharp white cheese on it. It was accompanied by two slices of homemade white bread. I do prefer wheat bread usually, but Mr. Green’s white bread turned out a little better than his wheat. He’s still a much better baker than me. I’ve only made doorstops and bookends.
I met my friend Anne and her brother for coffee. At Highland Coffees I had a granola bar and a iced mocha. For some reason I rarely think of taking pictures when I’m out with Anne or I’m out to eat. I think I’m to into the conversation and not thinking of the blog.
I wasn’t really hungry for dinner since I had a hefty granola bar. When I got home, Mr. Greens had already made himself dinner (pitiful chicken soup from a can). So I had an apple and a glass of wine. What a dinner!
I don’t think anyone needs closeups of my gourmet dinner. The wine was inexpensive Cabernet Sauvignon, and the apple was a gala. Yum.