I feel like it’s been such a long, dreary day, that if I didn’t have the pictures to prove I enjoyed this delicious breakfast, I wouldn’t know what I had for breakfast.
I just remember them being remarkably good. I was debating whether they were my best yet, but then decided I should stop saying that about everything I eat, so I won’t say it – rather, just plant the idea.
I’m not really sure why they turned out much differently than usual, as the only thing I did differently was almost forget the baking powder, so I added it after everything was mixed. I also had some Kamut hot cereal in the mix, but I wouldn’t think it’d be enough to make a difference.
I was never one for science, but maybe the order of adding baking powder is what made these more cake-y and puffy than usual?
- 1/4 c. rolled oats
- 2 T. wheat bran
- 1 T. wheat germ
- 1 T. WW flour
- 1/2 T. kamut hot cereal
- baking powder
- 1 chopped dried fig
- 1.5 T. greek yogurt
- 1 T. applesauce
- 1 flax egg
- 1/4 c. almond milk
Topped with chopped apple and fig, raw almond butter, and walnuts.
Luckily, the breakfast was good. Unfortunately, the weather was not. It was definitely a day that encouraged any and all motivation to be M.I.A. It’s days like this where I wish I could just throw Teddie in the back of the Jeep and bring him home every so often…I so wanted to see him – but I just did. not. want to drive half an hour in the dreary rain to say “hi,” especially when my mom told me she didn’t feel much like spending a rainy morning at the barn with me.
Yes – rain is what indoors are for. But that’s besides the point.
So – I left before I had the chance to crawl back in bed and do nothing all day until going to an auction this afternoon with my mom. On the way there, as I was driving through patches of pouring rain, I realized I’ve once again joined the “kooky horse crowd.” There are two genres of humans. Sane and crazy. Crazy includes horse people and artists.
I am both of those things.
I am crazy.
Case in point?
I lead my shopping cart, talk the same way to children and horses, say “whoa,” to any object, animal, or person I want to stop, Teddie’s wardrobe is already bigger than mine, and my mood definitely depends on how well horsey time went.
I split a homemade granola bar with my mom when I got home around 11, so wasn’t too hungry for lunch even though I wanted something to keep me full for the afternoon while we went to a horse and tack auction.
I had my last black bean cutlet with some apple BBQ sauce, feta, gala slices, and romaine on toasted whole grain.
I also made some simple seitan out of the Veganomicon cookbook with a few swaps, as usual. The main being I didn’t bother to break it up into two separate pieces this time, and I ended up with this colassal piece of seitan.
Remember those weird plastic y growing alien creatures that used to be popular in our younger years?
Yeah – it reminded me of that. Goes in the pot half this size and thin, an hour later it’s bigger than my head.
(…well, maybe that’s an exaggeration.)
We (as in, my mom and I…) almost came home with the same little mini mule we almost came home with last time. We’ve named him “Abe,” and he is slowly winning our trust. This poor adorable little thing wants a friend so badly, but isn’t quite sure he should trust anybody. I’m not sure if he sold today or not, but I hope he finds a good home. I’m pretty sure if he was gelded (er…is that what you call it if it’s a mule, or is it…jacked or something? heh…) he would be chilling in our backyard right now.
Anyways – I threw together another simple and delicious meal for dinner once we got home. Another reason you can tell I’m falling back into the horse person category is the fact that my fridge is becoming greatly neglected. My fruit and veggie ownership is about nil…which pretty much eliminated any recipe I thought about making for dinner.
I settled on beans, since of course beans are always on hand. And I’m glad I still had some broccoli, too.
Luckily, this was far from tasting like it was grasping at straws for something to have for dinner. I simply sauteed one clove of mashed garlic in some sesame dressing (locally made, mix of olive oil, sesame oil, and balsamic vinegar) and added butter beans, chopped sundried tomatoes, chopped hydro tomato, and seasoned with dried basil, garlic salt, and pepper.
Supah stellah! I mashed it a little bit, leaving some beans whole – and put it atop some toasted whole grain bread with some feta and toasted pine nuts.
I love beans and toast.
On the agenda for tomorrow? Possibly some butter bean cutlets or butter bean hummus? I also need to make more granola bars and muffins (my freezer stash is dwindling and I love having these at night), go grocery shopping, and am not sure yet if I’ll give Teddie the day off or if we’ll go say hi.
The Teddie Chronicles
I think Teddie had much the same thoughts as me today when it came to weather and motivation, because he didn’t seem too thrilled to be fussed over, either.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned – it’s to not end on a bad note when dealing with young horses. It’s like giving a little kid what they want all the time.
I’m not sure if it was all the noisy rain on the roof (I could hardly hear myself thinking), the chill in the air, the work going on outside the indoor, or the blah day in general – but I just wasn’t so sure riding would go off without a hitch today, so I just did a couple minutes worth of well-behaved lunging and groundwork before letting him back out. He did nothing wrong, just a little more jumpy than usual.
Or maybe it was my own motivation speaking.
I was a little upset with myself for “copping out” on the drive home, but I just reminded myself that I didn’t put him away because he was bad…but because I knew that today was not a day I would have had the motivation to get in an argument and win, so I stopped before one had a chance to happen.
Maybe I sound crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised. But has anyone else just sorta gotten the feeling that a certain day wasn’t “the day,” even if nothing bad actually happened?
He is due for a day off, though – and as mentioned, am not sure if it will be tomorrow or Monday. Or both. Monday Adrienne has a lesson at 8:30 am, so I don’t think I’ll have time to work him but can at least go brush him. It’s “off” days where it’d be nice to have him a lot closer! The barn is fine for most days, except for when you just want to go say “hi,” and maybe fuss over them a little. It’s sort of a pain to drive half an hour to spend all of ten minutes there.