Happy Easter!

In tradition's (and Jesus') honor:
Carrie, Vanessa and I sat down to an Easter picnic breakfast.
It was amazing.
(Note the monkey bread.)

Beans

Tonight, my roommate made burritos. She grabbed a can of refried beans out of the cupboard, some salad mixin's out of the the fridge, and a can of olives out of...somewhere.
The olives were ginormous. She offered me one, but I was incredibly full of my own burritos.
Then, as she started making her last burrito, she noticed her beans smelled a little iffy.
"These smell kind of weird," she said. Her nose wrinkled and her eyebrows drew down close together, huddling.
"They should be ok. They haven't been opened, right?" I asked her.
"No," she said.
Then I thought of something...
"Are those vegetarian?"
My roommate looked at me, then back at the can of beans, turning it around to see the label.
"No..."
(gasp)
(giggles)
"I'm a porker!" she said, mouth open in horror. "I'm a lard lover!"

Grapefruit

I love grapefruit.

I like citrus, and I like pink. Grapefruit are perfect.

The best way to eat a grapefruit is to cut it in half and scoop out the fruit with a spoon. My roommate has grapefruit spoons, spoons with sharp metal teeth on the end made for scooping.

This is beginning to sound redundant, but--like a thirsty man without water--I can't stop thinking about grapefruit.

The problem is simple: I ate my last grapefruit on Monday. And I'm hungry. And SuperSaver is too far away when class is in ten minutes.