Zestfully Me

I bought a lemon zester to spice up my oatmeal in the morning – read a recipe in a men’s fitness magazine about adding orange zest to oatmeal to give it a little citrus kick. I haven’t been this excited since I got the tuna press. I was gleefully zesting my orange this morning and boiling the water to cook my wild oats with the nutmeg, cinnamon and cloves alreay sprinkled in.

I zested myself.

My hand slipped and I presume a nice strip of Andy is cooking in my oats as I write this.

I haven’t sat along in my apartment giggling like this in a long time.

I can’t wait to tell Karen and Brigitte.