Barista

I was my own barista yesterday morning.

Remember that soy chai I forced kindly asked Joey to pick up for me on Friday?  Yeah well it was sweet.  Like really sweet.  I made it halfway through and have been hoarding the other half in the fridge ever since.  I couldn’t just waste the rest, even if it was nauseating.

This morning I re-vamped the drink by microwaving 1/2 cup of almond milk then pouring it into the blender to froth it up then microwaved the leftover chai and pour the milk on top.

It looked Starbucks worthy to me.

Next to the remade chai went some oats, except they hardly deserved to be called oats.  I had Joey pick up my last batch of oats and there were two bags of rolled oats; one took ten minutes to cook, the other fifteen.  I couldn’t decide so we got both.  15-minute bag was great, 10-minute bag was like eating glue.

I had high hopes for this morning’s oats because I added this to the batch.

But I was too busy forcing down spoonfuls of gloop to notice any eggnoggy flavor.

Better luck next time tomorrow.  But at least the pictures came out okay.

And the chai was delicious.

Crofters is gooood.

FYI, I’m still slurping down the minestrone soup I made last week.  Is there a rule about how long you should keep leftovers?

I finally finished it though!

Alongside a mozzarella and tomato sandwich.  I’m going to pretend I didn’t realize mozzarella was cheese and that I didn’t know I shouldn’t be eating dairy with a cold.

And now I’m going to pretend I enjoy doing homework