Just another day

I've been the least creative person in the kitchen lately; all I want to eat is refried beans and banana soft-serve. It's become a bit of a problem. Last night I half-heartedly attempted to make something new, but I ended up using all the same ingredients I always use when I cook anything, so I guess I'm a failure? It was delicious though: spicy quinoa and black beans (with a crap ton of cumin, of course), topped with roasted sweet potato, cilantro, and a squeeze of lime. So good!

 

And, cue the hallelujah chorus, it's back:  

Maybe this week I won't eat over 10 frozen bananas.

TWENTY SIX

In case y'all are wondering what I did on my actual birthday...

I drank a glass of chardonnay and burned my new soy candle (thanks, Mom!)

I spent $9 on a small container of curried chickpeas from the Lebanese deli down the street.

I ate left over carrot cake from my early birthday celebration with my family.

I ended the night with an episode of Lost, which has really helped develop my fear of being kidnapped while pregnant. Awesome! Why, oh why can't I stop watching.... 

Yep, there's nothing quite like being closer to 30 than 20.