I like to think of Sunday as a nothing day. Whatever I do on that day, won't matter the next day. No guilt allowed, no "darn, I should have taken today to finish that [enter responsible thing here]". So I think that might be why I always stuff my face with everything in the apartment. Eh...I'll eat a salad tomorrow.
Breakfast was a delicious and nutritious cup of noodles. But for "brunch" I had a candy apple! Who eats candy apples at 11 AM? I do.
I'm a little disappointed in this candy apple though. And I do this to myself every year! I see them in the food store around October and say "ooh! my favorite!". And only when I unwrap it, that's when I remember it's not that hard candy shell that I'm hoping for, but a gooey caramel-like mysterious red coating. ugh. What's a girl got to do to get some crunchy candy on my apples?
Still...it was tasty.
I'm thinking....a bag of pizza rolls for lunch.