I am no longer living alone. Beatrice returned this morning at 3AM. When she asked me if I heard her walking, I said no not at all don't worry! But what I really meant was yes.
And yes, while we are on the subject, you woke me up with you at 8 AM. I don't know why because normally I'm the one who wakes up early but what the hey. Let's get wild.
That's all in fun because I am actually really happy that Beatrice is back. I had someone to talk to throughout the day. And when I was doing my homework, she mentioned making pancakes (not sure if I wrote about this but Beatrice has been dying to learn to make pancakes ever since she went to a Denny's in California). So, I did some homework and then looked up recipes. I found one and wrote it out for her so she would know what to buy. But as it turns out, we had everything in the apartment. Even milk, which is weird because neither of us drink milk. (and also, the milk here does not have to be refrigerated until after opening. She pulled this milk from her pantry. I asked her about this and she said something about it being heated super high and even though its not fresh it can be stored- until its opened)
But the gods had spoken. And even though it was 330 PM, and we had finished lunch only two hours before, we decided to have a pancake snack. We whipped up the batter, invited Catherine over, and made pancakes. It was super easy and super delicious. And we saved the extras so Beatrice could have them for breakfast!
We all hung around for awhile and then Beatrice decided to go for a run... it takes a strong person to run after eating pancakes.
At around 8, Beatrice and I sat down to have dinner. And maybe this is not important but we had the most amazing thing that I'm dying to share because it was heaven in a bowl. It was brown rice, tomatoes chopped up, balsamic vinegar, and oil. And it was ALL KINDS of delicious. It tasted like summertime. I was amazed and kept saying I like this, I like this... AKA... make it again.
And that is why I am so happy to have Beatrice back. Other than the having someone to talk to thing. She makes the most simplest dishes that are sooo good for you. For a WEEK I have been staring at the tomatoes thinking, I don't know what to do with you other than eat you with pasta. And I can't stoop to that stereotype (college kid eating pasta). And now, I have a recipe. And I'm very happy.
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