So I've missed a few...

Hello everyone! I know I've missed a few posts, but let me tell you, it's hard to update every night. So that might not be happening as regularly as it did last semester. I don't know what it is, something about actually doing my work this semester makes it hard to post every day. It would be a lot easier, too, if Jen Krain got off my back about it. Jeez, you'd think there were no other blogs about Morrow Dining floating around the interweb.

So, going back a few days, I will briefly talk about Sunday brunch, and then last night's Spanish fantastica.

Sunday brunch was a typical affair: lots of still drunkenness, some nomz, and a very relaxing atmosphere. I like brunches in Morrow the best, simply because less people usually attend than the dinners during the week, so it is quieter and more relaxed.

The people next to me are taking photos on Photobooth. I can hear the countdown.

Anyway, there was the usual assortment of omelets and bagels, along with scrambled eggs, sausage patties, French toast, and hash browns (I think). I nommed on some delightful eggs and sausage, and those who partook in the French toast option found it greatly to their liking. Samara was a little disappointed that Sarah could not make her omelet for her, but I guess Samara will just have to snag Sarah earlier next time. *Cough*

Not a whole lot happened a brunch that day. Mom and Dad Breger-Krain were late, and there were some interesting stories about the night before, although they all seemed to wind up being Mary-Kate avoiding crazy color-when-blue-and-yellow-are-mixed article-of-clothing-worn-on-the-upper-part-of-the-body girl, and the team losing members as the night went on.

So that's the 411 on Sunday brunch.

Last night was Spanish night. Morrow seems to be thriving on Spanish food more than normal, or at least more than I noticed last semester, so to have it again was all the more welcome. There was potato kale soup, paella with sausage and shrimp, chicken, brussel sprouts, nommy bread, and fucking blondies and butter-crunch ice cream. I had a little of everything, except the soup, and it was all quite delicious.

The dessert was a force to be reckoned with: Samara and I warmed up our blondies for a bit in the scary microwave (I can feel the radiation still) and put the ice cream on top of it. Sally confessed that she was never sure which side (Morrow or Wilson) should get what flavor of ice cream; I told her I was partial to butter-crunch, but there were those who favored the neon mint chocolate chip. Literally, straight out of the 90's, folks.

Photobooth, still going on. Really? It's been about 29340938409289 photos so far. You look the same in every one...

Tonight I might not report as it is stir-fry night and we all know what I get...shrampy shramp, mushrooms, onions, bamboo shoots, and water chestnuts, all over rice, made in hot oil with teriyaki and sesame sauce. Whew. And nomz.

Alright, that's all for tonight (er, last night and Sunday). Have a great Tuesday evening and I'm sure I will see you all at Morrow tonight!!

Nomzzz nomnomnimty.