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Menu at the Barnett Residence

Menu at the Barnett Residence

 Tuesday
Cauliflower Chickpea Curry (twas delightful)

 Wednesday
Whole Wheat Fettuccini Tofu Alfredo (deceptive yet tasty)
Sensation Salad

 Thursday
Baked Rainbow Trout (a friend caught this for us while ice fishing, excited!)
Baked Potatoes
Steamed Brocoli 

 Friday
Veggie Pasta
Homemade Bread

 Saturday
Red Beans and Rice
Cornbread

 Sunday
Left-Overs

 Monday
Tofu and Vegetable Stir Fry

 Tuesday
Mexican Beans and Rice and a Vegetable

 Wednesday
Pork Fried Rice
Vegetable Stir Fry

 Thursday
Spinach Frittata 
Hashbrowns

 Friday
"La Bamba" Beef Burritos

 Saturday
Vegetarian Taco Soup

 Sunday
Left-Overs

 Monday

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