
Breakfast? Yup. Half a Sweet Potato topped with PB and a side of SIX Egg Whites. Definitely not as cute as a breakfast cookie.
With Halloween right around something like this would happen. Since the Condo Castle was filled with nothing but green Bananas Wednesday night I decided NOT to make a breakfast cookie. I figured that come morning I'd just whip something up like Oatmeal with Protein Powder and Peanut Butter. This is funny since every other time I've tried this combination I've thrown it in the garbage. Protein Powder and Oatmeal just does not taste good to me. However, like with most things I decided to give it another chance (i'm forgiving like that). And just like the Friday the 13th franchise, it disappointed again. SO in honor of Halloween (and because it's one of the things i'm currently obsessed with) I had an ORANGE sweet Potato.
When I think of Halloween I think of my Sister and I. Growing up my Dad would take us trick or treating around the neighborhood in my Mom's home-made-looks-nothing-like-what-your-supposed-to-be costumes. Once our pillow cases were full we'd venture back home, dump it all on the floor and then proceed to jump around like we'd just eaten a candy corn laced with Ecstasy. It was from this point on where my Halloween experience and my Sister's differed. My Sister and I did not see eye to eye when it came to the treatment of candy.
My Sister was a hoarder and would save all her candy until it neared, if not passed, its expiry date. I on the other hand, would eat mine as fast as I could. First the chocolate, then the chips, then the gummy candies and lastly I’d choke down the raisins (while secretely thinking who the fudge gave me raisins). Those houses should have signs, “don’t waste your time. Keep going.” I ate my stash as if at any given moment someone might walk in and take it all away.
Now here’s the part when this really came back and bit me in the butt. I’d be completely finished all my candy and there would be my sister, in her room 2 steps away, with a boat load of the good stuff. I could practically smell the unopened Reeses peanut butter cups from my bed. Many wasted hours were devoted to the plotting of a raid that never happened. That candy might as well have been locked away in a maximum security prison cell.
Lunch
I know I said I wasn't going to have any more Amy's burrito's BUT I had a doctor's appointment over lunch SO...

My Man brought this back for me. Once I was finished it I decided to reconsider that "no more Amy's burrito" statement. I knew that hearing a few good things about the company would be all I'd need to justify eating them everyday. SO for the very first typed, www.amyskitchen.com, into that bar at the top of my windows internet explorer (WHAT is that called?). Here's what I learned...
First of all Amy's hot..
Second of all, it was actually her parents who founded the company...
There veggies come from...
Amy’s is fortunate to be nestled into one of the world’s premier growing regions for many crops. Over fifty percent of our vegetables are grown within 200 miles of our “kitchen”. Author John Steinbeck wrote romantically about farming life in the Salinas Valley and the great San Joaquin Valley. These are the “gardens” that produce many of the organic vegetables you enjoy in Amy’s products.
This next blurb really sold me..
The sauces perfected, the fillings just right, we begin the fun of the real handwork. Each burrito is hand rolled, each pizza crust hand stretched and topped, and broccoli is hand placed in the pot pies. Hands sprinkle cheese and herbs on the enchiladas and just the right amount of noodles are placed in each can of the Minestrone. We are cooking for you in the same way you would cook for yourself. From choosing the very best ingredients, to baking pastry to perfection, every detail is given full attention.
We like to think of you as a guest in our home and we appreciate you looking to Amy’s when you want all the goodness of a home cooked meal.
And I appreciate YOU.
On the way home from work I snacked on this Banana.

While driving my Man forgot to turn where he was supposed to and it ended up taking us 40 minutes to get home. If he didn't get mad at me everytime I warned him of another car, asked him a driving related question, had a look of panic on my face, or directed him in anyway, I would have told him to turn. Too bad, gotta look out for myself.
Suppa

Miracle Noodles heated up with 2 Tbsp Nutritional Yeast, Garlic Powder and Salt on a bed of steamed Broccoli and Cauliflower. Topped it off with some Seitan.
I spent the rest of the night grocery shopping, bathing Chewbaca aka Bailey, reading magazines, doing Pilates 10 minute butt and some light arm weights while watching Access Hollywood.
Before bed I had 3 CUPS of goodness...

2 Cups of Puffins with 1 Cup of unsweetened Almond Milk sweetened with Stevia.
Then I woke up at 11:00 because I forgot some clothes (aka my outfit for today) in the washer. On way to the basement I made a pit stop in the kitchen and had some of these dipped/scraping the surface of the Earth Balance Butter (mmm hmmm). Can't lie.











































