Okay, I have about 42 seconds to post dinner because we just got back from the laundromat (where there were no rodent-type creatures, I might add), and it’s almost my bedtime and my alarm is going to ring in about two hours to get me up for the gym. Okay, more than two hours. But 4:50 is early.
We tried wheat berries tonight. I liked them a lot, because I love all grains, and Matt (ALLEGEDLY) thought they were bland, because he is ambivalent to all grains. Though I will say, he does like bulgur a lot. Especially in a bulgurrito type of situation.
So, we had a quick dinner of Southwestern Wheat Berry Pilaf (well, a variation thereof) and Southwestern Turkey Cheddar burgers. That one was also a variation, because I thought pepper jack would be better than cheddar, and I was right.
Here’s a close-up of delicious Wheat Berry Pilaf:
Matt’s been playing it cool all night but I’m pretty sure he secretly loved it. Maybe so much that it frightened him. I think that’s why be why he’s been making so many wheat berry jokes. Because he can’t come to terms with his grain-related emotions.