-technically for three, stella got chicken, too-
About a year ago my husband and I had a pretty frank discussion about life. Life as we know it, life as we want it, life as we hope it will one day be. We discussed our commitments to work, and our commitment to each other. It wasn't a deep conversation, just an honest one. We're both committed to our work and love what we do, and because we both work from home, we were under the illusion we were spending time together. We weren't. Not quality time anyway. Neither one of us was cool anymore with waiting 'til the weekend to "see" each other. You pick a person, marry them, move in, and only see them on the weekend? Not how this was going down! (at least not how it was going to continue to go down). One of the simplest ways we decided to spend a bit more quality time together was by making dinner together and sitting down at the table together. Novel idea. I know. It seems the easiest things tend to be the most overlooked sometimes. So, last night we made dinner, we laughed, we made plans for the weekend, and to be completely honest, my husband told some stupid story about a client that I cannot for the life of me remember because it was so pointless. It must be nice for him. My stories are always riveting.
( recipe ) kale, spinach, cherry tomatoes, quinoa, almonds (not roasted), reduced fat feta, cucumber, grilled chicken, sage vinaigrette and a couple glasses of cabernet