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A Spudnut Moment

Know what I haven’t done in a grip and a half?

Posted a whole day’s worth of food.

So, here’s a day in the life.

I woke up exhausted and I downed two cups of unpictured coffee.

I’m an idiot and that was way too much liquid in my tummy, so I wasn’t digging  breakfast.  But I was off to teach and I knew if I didn’t eat something by calendar I’d be ready to eat the class pet.  So I ended up sticking one of these suckers
(Fact:  these are better if you call them La vache qui rit.)

On some Dave’s Killer bread
I adore hummus and toast in the AM (totally normal, right?), but I ate all the hummus last week and need to cook more chickpeas.  So this worked.

I grabbed my lunch
Weird mishmash of stuff.
Two kiwis, an apple, peanut butter (for the apple),  a hunk of Sin Dawg, crack oranges, and beef jerky.  I’ve been eating yogurt for lunches (and breakfasts) like it’s going out of style.  It’s kinda hit the point where it did go out of style.  Whoops.

(I ended up not eating the oranges, but I always aim to overpack-24 children + low blood sugar = hell)

And guess who I found in my class!  My friend from last year!  He switched schools!  Thankfully he’s less of a “friend” this year.

I got home from work and munched on some of these
These are crack.  I would possibly birth your children for a lifetime supply of these.

While I munched I threw together dinner.

1 can diced tomatoes + back beans I cooked the other day + chicken + brown rice + corn + spices = soup
More chips on there.  Way more.  But I hate soggy chips with a fiery passion so I add them as I go.

And for bed dinner

Which was disappointing.  Not because I don’t love popcorn or anything, but because I watched my girl Sarah give a shoutout to my hometown (first min and a half is all you gotta watch)

And since watching that?  It’s all one big Spudnut moment.

And by “Spudnut moment” I mean I would kill for a spudnut right around now.

What’s a food you want and can’t get?  I want spudnuts.  And more of that PB ish from Trader Joe’s.



I’ve been a terrible blogger!

There are a lot of things I could blame…

Like the sunshine we had recently.  Which resulted in some of this


And some of this
(followed up by rain, of course.  Portland, you’re a tease)

I could blame the fact that I’ve been going out to eat too much to  have time to write about eating.  Like my blogger meetups with the lovely Miss Maya last weekend. She suggested going to Blossoming Lotus.  I like to threaten the fiance with making him go to dinner there, but I’ve never done it.  Raw vegan food is a hard sell for an Oklahoma boy.

Maya had the Mediterranean platter
And I had some raw pizza
It was yummmmmy.

(The finance had beer and enchiladas at home while watching sports.  Shocking)

In a move that only food bloggers would not find weird, I brought Maya a loaf of Dave’s Killer Bread


In my purse.  Not weird at all.

I could also blame the fact that I’m trying to clean out the freezer a bit, so I’ve had far too many lunches that look like this


Garden burger + Dave’s Killer Bread  + hummus + spinach

But the biggest thing to blame?
This bear-faced kitten who cuddles me so that I’m stuck loving on her instead of doing anything productive.

She’s asleep on my belly right now so that I feel too guilty to move.  I’m a pushover.

(Oh yeah, and that whole “it’s 32 days till I get married” thing.  Eep!  We can blame that too.)

Is it summer outside where you live?  I want full time summer.  Please????

Adventures in PDX

While Baby Brother was here we got in several key Portland activities.

He had his first trip to Sweet Tomatoes, where he was not impressed with the cornbread


“There’s CORN in this!”

He didn’t understand it’s all about the monster salads

He was much more focused on double fisting the soft serve


We had a proper family breakfast


And went to the world’s most over-stimulating Fred Meyer.

Seriously.  First, huge beer selection


Then we found DAVE!  (As in Dave’s Killer Bread)


We’re cool, so we got pictures with him.

Then there were rootbeer floats, and as we ate those BAGPIPES showed up
I have never been more overstimulated in my life.

And Baby Brother did his best to reignite Oregon’s logging industry

But now he’s back in surreal america.

Baby Brother, do you miss Portland yet?

I have sinned…

I’ve been doing all sorts of sinning since we last talked

Last night, I committed the sin of sloth, and served up dinner based on what was in the freezer that involved no effort.  This resulted in me feeding my fiance meatless meatballs.

I’m pretty sure he thought me serving them was a sin.  But he ate them.

I committed the sin of anger watching this girl on the 16 and pregnant spin off

I want to smack her a little.

Today I found this at the store

And looking at it, committed the sin of lust.

And then committed the sin of pride after buying it.

And pride of living somewhere that lets me buy a Sin Dawg any time I want.

I committed the sin of greed, by opening it right away, rather than waiting for the fiance.

And I’m looking at the weather and committing the sin of envy towards anyone and everyone who is not getting pouring rain

(It’s always a little more depressing when it says 100% chance of rain.)

By the end of the day I’m pretty sure I’ll have committed the sin of glutton, as it’s kinda my thing.

How’ve you sinned today?

I ate too…

My weekend was not all babies (although it’s been baby heavy, I will admit)

On Friday night we hit up Laughing Planet.  I was starving to death so while we waited for food I attacked these chips and salsa

Plus read “Portland’s positive newspaper”

It was, um, really really short.

Then this beauty came out

In your head you’re going “ok, a burrito.  Not that exciting”

Look inside

Broccoli, turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes.  IT IS THANKSGIVING IN A TORTILLA

Love love love

And yesterday morning while baby was doing her best to coat the diner with bits of her food I had a spinach bacon and cheese omelet

Oh so good.  I ignored the toast as it also came with

The most insanely good pancakes ever

Seriously, they’re redic.

I was full pretty much all day from breakfast.

Our trip to the Killer Bread store means we now have way too much bread.

Our loaf of 21 grain we already had, plus a loaf of spelt, a loaf of powerseed, and a messed up loaf (sprouted wheat where they forgot to add all the seeds and whatnot)

Oh, and for those of you who are already sad you don’t live in Portland and lack access to this bread… The three loaves I got only set us back about 5 bucks too!  This is a sign from God you should probably move to Portland now.

We’re having French Toast for breakfast, cause we’ve got a lifetime and a half of bread to eat through!

Question:  Does anyone actually finish their toast when they go out to breakfast?  I always feel like it’s an insane amount, and if I already have an omelet, plus the pancakes or potatoes they come with, why do I need toast too?

We’re related

I’ll tell you guys more about my recent eats tomorrow.

But monster baby (aka my niece) was just here, and she’s cuter than me. Or my food.

She started our her morning with blueberries, yogurt, some Killer Bread, and a lollipop (that was for drumming, not eating of course unlike her auntie who had candy for breakfast)

She was unsure what to make of the camera

But, we are related, so she realized quickly that she should make faces

That’s the face that she makes when she’s surprised.  I’ve been told she does it after throwing things down the stairs. It’s also the same face I make in about 90% of pictures.  We’re related.

Baby brother has worked hard at teaching her to throw food when she’s done.  There’s yogurt on the floor I need to mop up now.

We took monster baby and her parents out to Fat City Cafe for some breakfast

She was skeptical.

But once allowed to smother herself in food be independent and feed herself, she got into it

There’s a chance I’m also happier when I don’t have to use utensils.  We won’t talk about it.

We then went to the Killer Breadquarters.  She was quite the fan.

Like me, my niece is a fan of the Good Seed

(She also shares my affinity for cardigans.  And stickers)

And she also reads her labels, just like me.

We went to Trader Joes to stock up on some basics

She and I have the same definition of “basics”.  Her parents cart was weirdly different.

I don’t know why no one thinks it’s adorable when I get distract in the store with a cart full of booze.

Sadly, after some trampoline jumping, playing with a “ba!  ba!” (That’d be a ball friends.  Took me a minute) she got back in the car with her mommy and daddy to go home.

Do you have any nieces or nephews?  (besides you baby brother.  I know you do.)


Lunch with Dave

I’ve amazingly been able to keep my hands off the pumpkin bread today!

The same cannot be said for the lollipops….

I had a little bit of the qunioa from last night for a snack

And then went and bought far too many of these

Unpainted wooden ornaments.  I actually went to the store to get things to make an advent wreath.  But couldn’t find purple candles.

I have full intentions of painting them.  In a month when that’s not done and my Christmas tree is still bare, let’s not bring it up, ok?

Before I can paint them I have to do some real painting!  We are making some shelves downstairs, and I want to get a coat on them.  Work before play.  Lame. It’ll be nice to get that project done though.  There those metal things you put brackets in attached to the wall down there.  But we couldn’t find brackets to fit.  So the fiance tore them off, bought new ones, and lumber to make shelves.  And when he ripped them off he ripped off some paint, so we had to repaint that.  Lots of work we were not planning on.  Super useful when we’re done, but I’m not digging on having a project to do right now.

To prepare me for my painting my buddy Dave helped me make lunch

Grilled cheese is kinda amazing, and it’s even better with killer bread-you get some texture in there, which makes it way better than the normal stuff.

Do you do anything crafty for the holidays?  I like baking.  And then eating what I baked.  And I like the idea of doing other stuff… but I usually don’t get to it.