Woke up this morning with great guilt for choosing slumber par-tey over zumba last night (blame it on back-to-back OTs that made my body demand for lazy Saturday night) and mounting hunger. When I saw a plateful of fried hotdogs in the dining table, I immediately rummaged the fridge for greens. I haven't gone to the grocery to purchase vegetables and fruits yet! Yes, it sucks to be the only vegetarian in a household of meat lovers.
To my surprise, there were zucchini leftovers and fresh stash of camote tops from my aunt's backyard in General Trias in the fridge and ripe pineapple in the fruit stand. As they say, the rest is history.
I recall how my father used to imply my green smoothies would taste better if I'll add a dash of cinnamon. Now that he's gone abroad again for employment and I'm all by myself in my misadventures in the kitchen, I decided to finally take his advice. Off you go, cinnamon!