Why is it , that it never seems worth the effort to cook for just me? And does anyone else think this is the time I should be having lobster on the half shell or that really expensive beef we export to Japan since it's only me here for dinner? Duh...I'm stupid. Maybe next week.
So with a complete disinterest in cooking I considered my options for things that would take 5 minutes or less to get on a plate. Macca's or KFC seemed like appealing options, but I was in my pyjamas , and I always worry that my car will break down in the drive through and I'll have to get out and everyone will see my daggy Elmo pj bottoms and point and laugh at me. I'm highly influenced by the idea of public ridicule. Naturally getting changed back into actual pants is wayyyyyyyyyy too hard on Thursdays, so I nixed the Macca's /KFC plan.
Nup....didn't feel like basghetti (that is not a typo - that's what spaghetti is called at Casa Pyajmas)
While contemplating choices I had this for my entree...I had to keep my strength up.
No , that's not vegemite ...that's promite ...no pretend retching please.
And eventually settled on soft boiled eggs with soldiers for mains
So I went for the trifecta
Chips for Dessert
I was kinda disappointed with this effort until I realised eggs are from the meat group, toast is from the breads and cereal group, butter on the toast counts as dairy, the potatoes in the chips are a vegetable, and I'm sure somewhere in there is a fat or an oil item. I'm calling that a balanced diet. If I eat a sultana later -all will be square with the universe. That's fruit taken care of.