There are some nights when I just don't feel like cooking. Either I'm not hungry, I'm just out of gas, too much going on. It varies. I'm very lucky that Tom is always willing to (1) order a pizza, or (2) be on our own. Last night was one of those "I don't feel like cooking nights." We voted to be on our own.
Here was my dinner: leftover edamame salad that I'd made the night before, topped with some leftover grilled chicken, alfalfa sprouts, fresh cherry tomatoes from the garden and a smidgen of creamy italian dressing. I was in heaven.
Tom's dinner consisted of popcorn, butter pecan ice cream, and brownies. He too was in heaven.
Dontcha love men?