I don't feel like I've made anything good for dinner lately. Friday we had pizza, which was great, but after that things went downhill. SP was at the auto show on Saturday with our nephews, so I had leftovers for lunch. Then we ended up going out Saturday night because we needed to unwind. Sunday we had pancakes for breakfast, but I didn't feel like taking a picture and they were just OK. I made them from scratch and was really proud of myself, but we don't have a real griddle pan so by the time I cooked them all the original ones were lukewarm at best. Our Big Game food was OK, but we only had chicken leftover. I made some rice and minced some scallion to go with it, but the chicken did not reheat well at all. In fact, it was almost inedible. Then last night we had to run over to my MIL's house to take care of something and ended up going out to eat with her, which meant I had nothing for lunch today, which equaled a peanut butter sandwich, some pretzels and a few slices of cheddar cheese. Not exactly filling.
Which brings me to tonight. I won't even get into how we ate at the same incredibly-bad-for-you-but-oh-so-amazingly-tasty restaurant on Saturday AND Monday nights, but let's just say I was looking for something a little less fattening tonight. I defrosted some pork chops so I did the usual breaded and lightly fried in olive oil deal and served it with steamed broccoli:
I really loved steamed broccoli and the pork chops are always tasty. No starch, in an effort to be a tad healthier. Why, why, why does all the stuff that's so bad for you taste so damn good?