repetitive

This morning we walked to the co-op for kombucha.  There were heart-shaped scones.  We bought a lemon poppyseed one to share.  Turns out it was not my preferred scone style.  It was cakey--I prefer crumbly. 

For an early lunch I made burritos: refried beans, soyrizo, and onions in Trader Joe's tortillas.  So good.  But there's gotta be a way to make soyrizo ourselves way cheaper. 

Ming read to me from The Secret Garden.  I like Dicken's baby lamb.  This book is pretty good but repetitive.