An Ode to Carbs

This weekend we attempted to rectify our broke 'n single statuses (not that we don't love both of those...just wondering what it'd be like to be rich 'n loved). In order to remedy our broke status, we toted our boxes of empty wine bottles to the local recycling center, thinking we would have at least enough money to cover groceries for dinner. Apparently, not only are we broke, but we also suck at math; therefore, we walked out with 85 cents. In order to alter our single status, our best option this weekend was to cougar-it-up at a fraternity party; sadly, we walked out of the party minus 85 cents plus a Solo cup full of Jungle Juice.

Additionally, we would like to note that our book club met last week and selected the latest soul-healing memoir by Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed. Because we embrace the spirit of each book we read and secretly want to be like all of the other members of the book club (i.e. in a relationship), we decided to give our two unruly dinner guests from a few weeks ago another chance. Surprisingly enough, they opted for a romantic dinner and chose to eat frozen pizza in their boxer-briefs at home. Together. Without girls.

Since we had no one to entertain but ourselves, we chose to scrounge around in the pantry to see what we could make with what we had. We actually threw together a fabulous meal: chicken with a Thai peanut sauce over Basmati rice with scallions and almonds, a side of steamed broccoli, and homemade garlic bread with parmesan cheese and the ubiquitous dipping sauce spices. It's probably a good thing we were sans boys, as the garlic bread may have been a little potent.