hey readers but mostly josie because she’s the only one who keeps up with our posts!!
Welcome to a Loose Ends post—aka, Brynne is off somewhere studying for the LSAT so I can’t get her to send me pics of any of the meals we made this past week, so I have to go based off of what I’ve snapped a quick pic of. The futility is pretty embarrassing.
Something that isn’t embarrassing, though, is the pure, sweet and yet raw talent that one Taylor Lynn Barbera possesses for making FRENCH TOAST. [Brynne’s note: It’s true.] Readers, Lynn LOVES a french toast. In fact, on a recent facetime between the ynn ladies and friend of the blog E Frank, she [she being Lynn] rated french toast as her first choice of sweet breakfast carb, coming in hot before waffles, and then, eventually, pancakes. Honestly, pancakes just aren’t that special. Like, check those ingredients? Flour? Who’s she? Baking soda? You’ve GOT to be kidding me. The shape isn’t even interesting like with a waffle. I have to defend myself here because Ellie and Brynne both SHAT all over my rankings—and I’m pretty sure Brynne ranked f. toast last, so… let us know what you think. [Brynne’s note: Pancakes are just too good to be ranked last. Lynn is wrong.]
Anyway, the above pictured treat was my (Lynn’s—sorry, moving out of the third person here) second FrTo of the summer, and it only happened because Brynne and I have been coming into a lot of dough recently. And by dough I unfortunately mean literal dough in the form of bread. You see, we made an investment on a hunk of sourdough from whole foods (fuk amazon), which turned out to be a sham because it was too thick and hard for our grilled cheese needs. Then, we came back from Chan, as Brynne and her high school friends call it, with a full loaf of nice multigrain from Deirdre! Thanks, Deirdre! That’s the bread I used for the second go-round of french toast. And most recently, another mom blessed us with the miracle of bread. This one was from one Wegman’s, aka my home grocery in New Frickin Jersey. It is called marathon bread because it has so much shit in it that you feel 26.2188 miles better after a bite. Thanks Maura!
Alright, so we’ve covered the bread. Here’s where I’ll have to cheat a bit on the picture front. If you’ll pan to the left, you’ll see that I’ve in fact used a screenshot of a photo that Brynne took. You’ll have to forgive me. Here we are getting ready to devour two (2) ice creams (one vegan, the other possibly lactose-free, but I don’t really trust that guy) from MN Nice Cream, which is one of those over the top places you see on the gram and think, ‘wow, fuck the people who wait in line for that shit and by doing so make this a *thing.*’ We were those people on this day! I flashed my ankle tattoo (god you people just remember that I m a cool girl) and got my order for half off: it was a veg strawberry w/ veg cookie dough (lol) and sprinkles (unfortunately, the circle kind and not the long kind)—whereas Brynne (a cool girl minus the ink) paid full price for her cone of choc/van swirl with cookie dough (dairy full) + sprinkles + peanut butter drizzle. We were happy. Ask us about our line parters.
Finally, a meal that courses through my veins even still as I type this: a hummus n veggie platter made by this pictured cutie. We’d just returned from a pretty strenuous trip to the grocery store (Fresh Thymes this time) and wanted to settle down with the following:
- sweet potato crackers
- ancient grains
- cucumbers (ugh)
- red pepper hummus
- yogurt (1 cashew, 1 reg) + pb granola + banan + chia seeds
- episode of broad city
I did have to leave in the middle of the episode because I am a sucker for a facetime call, so I did miss out on some of the snacking—and then Brynne had to LEAVE, but she left me two ancient grains, so I was satiated. Thanks Brynne! [Brynne’s note: You’re welcome. Also, I love cucumbers. Also, I’m not topless in this above pic, it just looks like I am because I’m wearing a shirt with tiny straps.]
and if you think you’re getting more than that, you’re wrong. those are all the pics I have. I get it, Brynne’s better than me. Tell me something I don’t dream about. [Brynne’s note: Flattering but untrue!]