Dinnertime: Because I Can
Sometimes, I get bored with dining hall sandwich and salad bars. Sometimes, the grilled-to-pulp burgers on stale buns don’t get my attention. And sometimes, the “home-cooked” food is something “ethnic” that I’m not even going near. That’s when my culinary intuition takes over for dinner. A little bacon helps, too.
Yes, those are chocolate chips in between those golden malted buttermilk waffles. Obviously they are topped with some bananas. Those other brown specks, you ask? Let’s just say we have a well packed salad bar, but limiting some of the more meaty salad toppers to bitter greens just doesn’t suffice some nights.
I only have one question for you: got any peanut butter?