Sometimes Plan B Means Pulling Through a Drive-thru (and not feeling guilty…)
I rushed home from an outing with the girls to chop the potatoes and get everything ready for dinner.Partway through the baking process, I tried to flip the potatoes, only to discover that not only was I flipping the potatoes, but with every turn, I was pulling up parts of the non-stick pan as well…and those non-stick parts were definitely sticking to my potatoes.
By this time, the burgers were ready for the grill and my family was getting hungry. So I jumped in the car, waived bye to my toddlers and husband, and drove myself to the nearest Culvers, where I ordered a family size french fry and brought it home (to some cheers) to my family.
Sometimes the best-laid [local, organic, homemade] plans fall through… And it’s times like these that I’m thankful for fast food and I serve and eat it guilt-free. Sometimes Plan B means fast food…and I’m okay with that. After all, keeping my sanity is part of living a healthy life – and last Friday night, those deep-fried french fries saved a little dose of my sanity.