I've noticed that Matt and I have been dining out much more often lately, namely on the weekends. Maybe it's because, at the end of a long work week, we want a little time out of the apartment to enjoy each other's company and take a break from cooking. Remember
our Friday pizza tradition? It's gotten a facelift in recent weeks.
This is how it goes down: On my walk home from the gym, I'll notice how pleasant it is outside -- birds chirping, a light breeze, and so much sun that a mental note of "find your sunglasses" gets posted in the forefront of my mind. As soon as I get home, stomach growling, I'll test the dinner waters with Matt.
me: "So, what do you want to do for dinner?"
Matt: "Doesn't matter to me. What do you have planned?"
me: "Well, nothing, really."
Matt: "Oh, I can find something to eat then. Don't worry about it."
me: "Yeah, or... I was thinking we could go stroll for food since it's so nice outside."
Matt: "Yep, we're doing that. You put the idea in my head. Let's go."
An hour later, we're perched on a bench in the park, he with McDonald's or Szechuan Express, and her with sushi or Panera. Two hours later, we're home, on the couch watching some bad Friday TV, and regretting said dinners
juuuuuuust a bit.
We finally got to the bottom of our complex of craving restaurant food on Fridays. It's because I've used up all of the new and exciting dinner recipes earlier in the week, and Friday's menu is usually something a little less exciting like a piece of roasted salmon and vegetables or chicken tenders and broccoli. Delicious but hardly a celebratory beginning-of-the-weekend kind of meal.
Last week we played food psychologists and nipped that burgeoning complex of ours right in the bud with a yummy and wallet-friendly Friday night dinner that was anything but boring:
BLTA salads!