SUNDAY I ATE
Breakfast: Pancakes. Eliza tried new recipe from King Arthur Flour book.
Morning Snack: Some more experimental sweet pumpkin bread.
Lunch: Hot dog from the cart in front of The Exploratorium. Since when does a hot dog cost Eight Fucking Dollars? It wasn’t even a good hot dog, just a limp tube of meat on a soggy bun. Five piers down, there were vendors grilling that shit up fresh, wrapped in bacon with grilled onions on the side. I was frankly disappointed.
Afternoon snack: Thin mints. Iced tea. A few pieces of popcorn out of Tessa’s bag.
Dinner: Leftover experimental meatloaf muffins.