I somehow mysteriously ended up with these sourdough bread boules in my grocery cart the other day. I had no clue what I was going to do with them, but the bag said sourdough so I leaped joyously towards them. It was a Monday night, a dinner-less Monday night thus far when I threw these together.
Bread waiting to get all warm and toasty in the oven. If I recall correctly, this is right after I had a slight mishap with the olive oil.
Mixing up cheese and chili. Nothing like processed cheese and meat! So gross but SO good. Had I prepared ahead of time or had an inkling of motivation to run to the store, I would have gone a slightly different route. Oh well, such is life on a Monday night.
I was pretty tempted to skip the cheese and chili concoction and chow down on the bread by itself. But alas, I showed a teeny tiny bit of self control. A couple pieces of bread might have fought their way into my mouth.
Yes, the one with sour cream is mine. How’d ya guess?
And with these, Monday got a little brighter. Cheese, bread, Ceasar salad, Freakin Frog beer, eating at the coffee table in front of the TV watching (or trying to watch) Street Fighter. I think I could do Mondays if they were all like this.
