Broken Breads.

The New Pornographers.

It was an overall, really nice day. The boy and I wandering around a mall [oh, it felt so middle-school ish], lounging around, enjoying ourselves, and eating good food. This bread was taken from our table at the California Pizza Kitchen. This was our 'first official' dinner date. I didn't finish my pizza, so I took the rest of it home. But unfortunately, it's still sitting in his fridge at home... and I am craving it right now. Oh well....