After a rough day at the ol’ sandwich factory, a girl likes to come home to this:
That is, of course, after I finally relented to the asthma-inducing, alien life form of a massive knot residing in my shoulder blades, and shelled out a horrendous $40 to the sweet Korean couple at the new massage place in town. I didn’t even care that in exchange I’d have to forfeit the red checkered dress I’ve been eyeballing… I just needed that Korean man to pummel my muscles with a voracity usually reserved for, well… I don’t know- I guess I don’t really beat people up. Ever. If I tried I’d probably just end up accidentally hurting myself and then start crying in frustration. Wow, what are we talking about again? I seem to have lost my train of thought…. suffice to say it was a long day. And I love to see my C cooking up a storm in our tiny kitchen. I’ve been exceptionally good so far about my healthy (ish) diet, eating only whole grains, loads of veggies, and meat and cheese in moderation with virtually no sugar (well, at least compared to what I normally consume). So I figured allow whatever C procured for dinner into my diet for the day, since I’ve been good and watching him cook is almost as cathartic as the not-cooking-let’s-sit-still I was doing because of him. And this is what I got:
Yum. Cheesy, noodley, chickeny filling goodness. Can’t complain.