She Dreams of Feta

Friday night, I dreamed that I was trying to break into a locked refrigerator full of feta cheese. I adamantly refuse to eat the broccoli or pasta that was sitting right in front of my face – I. Wanted. That. Feta!

Is it any wonder, then, that lunch at Panera Bread for a Greek salad was on the agenda between shopping stops today?

 

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Didn’t think so.

 

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That, my friends, is the stuff dreams are made of.

Shopping is SERIOUS BUSINESS. Large amounts of fuel is required. I shamelessly stopped back into Panera for a whole grain bagel with veggie cream cheese to snack on while I headed back home!

 

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Unfortunately, boring grown-up things like laundry and dishes lay in front of my before heading downtown with The Coach later in the evening. When did I grow up…and more importantly….how can I undo it???

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9 Comments on “She Dreams of Feta”

  1. who doesnt dream of feta!! SO FREAKIN GOOD and rich!

  2. Kara says:

    I’ve never dreamed about feta, but I have dreamed about mozzarella…mmmmm

  3. Cheese is goooooooooood!
    Hope you have some time to relax this weekend!

  4. I had the same thoughts last night about being a grown up! I looked at the clock at 10:00 and was ready to head to bed. Not too terribly long ago, my night wouldn’t have even been getting started yet!

  5. Melie says:

    If you do find a way to undo this entire adult thing, please let me know. This shopping business is hard, I am exhausted…

  6. Oh, if only it could be undone…I think the key is to never really think you’ve grown up!

  7. cbrady3 says:

    I once ate both breakfast and lunch at Panera…no shame. The place is good!

  8. julie says:

    feta makes everything beta..no?

    now i want a greek salad like cuhRAZED

  9. Something has been missing from my life lately … and I finally figured out what it is!!!

    FETA.


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