Yesterday I had lunch with my best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel. I went all out, not making a terrible choice, but not making such a wise one, either. I had two big pretzel sticks with mustard dipping sauce. The only unfortunate detail of my appetizer meal was that the pretzel sticks were deep-fried. Like Krispy Kreme donuts, perhaps. Let the record show that nowhere on the menu does it tell you that the pretzel sticks are deep-fried. However...I had them last time, so I knew.
Anyhoo...my pretzel sticks were real, and they were spectacular. Sorry there's no picture. They were gone before I knew it! I ate them with a knife and fork, although if I ever have a Snickers bar again, I will forego the cutlery. I heartily enjoyed my giant fried pretzel sticks, and as the last morsel crossed my lips, I suddenly felt remorse, and apologized to Mabel: "Oh! I meant to offer you a taste, but I just ate the last bite!" Mabel said she did not want to try them. She's a pretty good liar, I think. To my credit, I resisted the urge to pick up the bowl of dipping sauce and lick it clean.
When I got home, I knew that supper would be light. For me, anyway. Farmer H is another story, which will be told elsewhere over the weekend. I had my tastebuds set on my new favorite frozen meal, Great Value Salisbury Steak and Potatoes.
Only 340 calories! In case that means anything to you. As an added treat, I had a bowl of steamed carrots/broccoli/cauliflower on the side. Don't worry, I heated it in a regular glass bowl in the microwave, not that foam bowl that probably gives off none-too-healthy gases when nuked.
Are your salivary glands leaking yet?