July 10, 2010
There are a lot of things in life that I look forward to. One is getting married (I would like to apologize in advance to whoever my poor future husband is… and my father will want to know: check or cash?). Bridal registries excite me. I think it’s the idea of being able to go into a store and create a giant list of silly things that I’d love to have but never buy for myself.
Or maybe I’d put this on my list:
Because everyone needs the latest headlines printed on their toilet paper.
I know I’d have to ask for this.
I have a sneaky feeling that my husband would totally try to steal all my tofu.
But I think number one on my list would have to be this little gem.
Of course, I would also take the opportunity of having a registry to ask for things I actually would put to good use in my house. The whole list wouldn’t be a joke, just the majority of it.
Because if there’s one thing I actually would want and use on a regular basis, it’s this beauty.
That’s a legit panini press. I’d ask for this because I would be able to make what I had for breakfast today, but it would be approximately 239480394x better.
The Best Breakfast Sandwich You’ll Ever Have
2 slices of cinnamon raisin bread (I like Ezekiel brand)
2 tablespoons peanut butter
1 t maple syrup
Simply spread some PB on your bread (I used both cinnamon raisin bread and peanut butter in keeping with the theme of deliciousness) and put some banana slices on top of it. Make sure they stick! Top the slices with a little bit of maple syrup, and then slap that sucker onto a panini press… or in my case, an ancient sandwich maker.
Just a side note: make sure you grease/spray that bad boy.
Let your sammich cook for about five minutes, until the banana inside has warmed through and melted, and your bread is nice and toasty. The end result should be THIS epic beast on your plate:
I can’t believe how tasty this was. It was a good change from the usual cereal. I had a lot of fun composing my mental registry list while I ate.
The last thing on my list would be..
Pretend the above steak is actually poor, innocent husband’s booty.
Only not really.
Future husband, whoever you are… you have been warned.