The husband and I were food jerks today.
The Big. Game. is tonight. High school - RIVAL - football. Both boys went to the game. They'll hang out with their women, eat stale boxed popcorn and stadium hot dogs. These delicacies will be washed down with watered-down fountain sodas in plastic green cups. GO TROJANS!! (the football team, not the prophylactic)
While the husband and I were executing the weekly Tactical Grocery Discount Extravaganza Tour through town, we realized it would be just he and I for dinner and decided to treat ourselves to steak. Bossman gave me a couple of pounds of shrimp and we still had some left to cook after eating a mess of boiled shrimp last night.
Yep, we went deliberately deviated from the Food Plan. I'm fairly OCD about the Food Plan. The Food Plan has an Excel file. The Food Plan is printed out, in grid form, and displayed on the Master Calendar on the fridge. You are responsible to check the calendar and the Food Plan for yourself. I study weekly ad papers from seven stores compiling a menu from sale items. The Food Plan is Serious Business.
With just the two of us eating (I don't care what you're eating, unless it's a hot dog or cake, Junior is not going to eat it) steak and shrimp was just too good not to pass up. We went for it. We agreed to be a food jerks.
We did get a little food jerk karma thrown back in our gullets. After I got the shrimp peeled and swimming in the garlic and Teriyaki sauce the skies got dark. Very dark. And the rain came down. Not good for grilling steaks and shrimps. We opted to have George Foreman cook our dinner for us. While George cooks mean burgers and dogs, he's not really our preferred Go To Guy for steak cookin'. In the end he did alright but we did miss the fire taste.
We finished off dinner with a batch of scratched-out-of-the-box brownies. Mmmmmmm! I'm ok with being a food jerk.