After many nights of being out, I enjoyed a quiet night at home last night. Dinner was super simple. I defrosted some leftover spinach lasagna, reheated it, made a big salad and just like that….dinner was done.
This morning I toasted up an English muffin and smeared it with peanut butter. I also had some sliced strawberries to go with it.
I dropped the kids off at school, went to my nail appointment and then my doctor appointment. Afterwards I stopped at Submarina for lunch. I ordered a roast beef sandwich on squaw bread with everything (except olives) on it.
I have a confession to make. I love condiments. I do not discriminate. If there’s a sauce, a dip or a spread, I’m all over it. For my sandwich today, I asked for mustard. The lady at the sandwich shop spread a bit on one of the slices of bread. I asked her to put it on the other slice too. Hey! I want to be able to taste it! Actually, let’s get real. I want to do more than taste it. I noticed they had packets of extra mustard by the drink area and helped myself to some. I put a bit of extra mustard on each bite.
I went through 6 packets of mustard. Admitting your problem is the first step.
After I pick up the kids from school, I need to hop in the shower and get dressed. Yup, another night out. This time it’s a company party for my husband. I’m looking forward to some good food!
Are you addicted to any condiments?