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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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