The first person I met in Zimbabwe was my cab driver from the airport, who’s first language was Shona and who’s English was very broken, but I still managed to pantomime-ask him what I needed to eat while here.
On Sunday mornings, Lee and I cook. He does my pancakes, and I do him homefries and eggs. One of the saddest ironies of our lives is that Lee is a master pancake chef, and yet he does not care for pancakes.
More for me.
I wanted to do quinoa pancakes, because I had a fridge full of red quinoa that I wasn’t sure I’d get around to using. I found a recipe online, and after the first cake failed under Lee’s skillful spatula, we tweaked it. Recipe after the jump.
With not a lot to do on my day off, and a whole bunch of left-over lemons from Red Robin (so that I could do this, but then Ethan threw my seeds away . . .), I decided to make a lemon pound cake.
So yesterday I got off of “work” early (more on that soon) and decided to hit Kroger on the way home for some stuff to make the Vegetarian Times email recipe of the week, Cherry Tomato and Yellow Squash Crumble.
Miles driven: 0
Steps walked: 50,000+
Money spent: ???
So this post will be of little help to prospective law students, but maybe it’ll help to convince folks to take their own trips and see schools. Well, the first part. As we continue on, it gets less attractive…