Today felt like I had been slapped in the face by the all mighty bosom of Monday. She's a dirty mistress I tell you.
I came home starving after yet another lunch of just pumpkin soup. I had left over truffle mac and cheese that I made for Dylan last Friday. White sauce made with truffle butter anyone? Oh and mushrooms slow sautéed in more butter? Sah much butter. Such cheese. Many carbs. Wow.
So after nuking that for three minutes then shoveling the oily goodness into my face I went back to the fridge to find more. I found some peanut bliss balls. I found four limp carrots. The cupboard had a 1/4 jar of crispy shallots left in it. All of the above got consumed. Then I found a jar of caramel popcorn in my room. That too got hammered. Seriously, why was I so hungry? Am I preggers? Are my flatmates hormonal feasting cravings rubbing off on me too? What the actual..
I distracted myself by going to the supermarket - not before toying with the idea of doing my shopping online rather than walking the two minutes to the supermarket...
On the menu this week is beef and brocolli stir fry. Want to know a fun fact? I'm terrible at stir fries...
To make things worse, bae called to tell me what delicious rustic Italian dish he had whipped up for dinner. I think it involved pasta. And here I am with my trashy (but also not - uh hello truffle???!) Mac and cheese. I wish Mac would stop autocorrecting to a capital M. Gosh Apple is self centered..
Also it just started pouring with rain and the sound on my roof is delicious. The drips coming from my windows are not though..
This truffle mac and cheese though...