Open-faced heirloom tomato and whipped feta breakfast sandwiches
Sandwiches
I swear to the Lord, I am so done with summer. I got my fruit fill. I kind of got my heirloom tomato fill. (See last week’s post for the story behind that). I am ready for a gradual decline into the seventies, sixties, and then (Gasp) the fifties. I am ready for layers and not sweating my pregnant belly off every single time I step outside. I will probably live to regret this statement once I am trapped indoors with ten inches of snow on the ground, a newborn, a two year old, and a dog staring at me wondering what we are going to do next. Until then, I shall rant on. Andy and Mike are all about summer. I feel like they never want it to end. Sadly, Mike is back at school already and I have little desire to haul out the water table and baby pool. So, sorry to tell ya boys, it’s ovah! Weezer, yes my poor neglected fur child who rarely makes appearances on the blog anymore, is on the same page as me at least. It is the whole pushed in face thing. He can’t handle the heat. If you follow me …
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