sometimes you can have all of these lofty plans to have a healthy, simple and yet sophisticated dinner, like, say, pomegranate-glazed chicken breasts with a brown basmati pilaf.
and then you walk outside, and notice that since the morning commute, there has been a 25-degree temperature change, the wind has started gusting and water pouring out of the sky. suddenly you're dreaming of a box of kraft macaroni and cheese. with little cut up bits of hot dog and a glass of milk.
so, um, yeah.
that's what i had for dinner.