My mind went straight to my stomach when it could have so easily wandered lower and lower until it reached the gutter. But not today. I’m keeping my mind nice and clean, unlike my eating habits this weekend.
It was never going to be a healthy eating weekend, not in Edinburgh, and especially not when there were family celebrations to have, fine dining to eat, and a steady flow of bubbly. The following day, once we’d travelled home again, nobody felt much like cooking from scratch, and everyone wanted stodge to soak up the alcohol.
Rotisserie chicken and prepared dirty fries are the best thing for sorting out the need for carbs, protein and minimal preparation. Just picture all that melted Monterey Jack cheese, mozzarella, bacon sauce, Cajun spices. Mmmm, mmm, mmm! You can almost smell them.
Are you all hungry now? Me too. But as it is only Tuesday morning, and I’m at work, I will behave and have myself a healthy homemade fruit smoothie. My liver needs all the help it can get after the serious bashing it took on Saturday night.
Wishing you all a terrific Tuesday.
P.S. Why are they called dirty fries? They look nice and clean to me… maybe they should be called naughty fries!