Anti-Vigilante

Old habits die hard and I suppose I will never be a vigilante eater, never letting-up and nixing the creme caramel or other sweet treat.  I am also not "granola".  That is a word that I attributed to the purist who doesn't colour their hair, wears no make-up and only eats organic and rides bikes slower than fast moving traffic probably because they are so angry with the world around them.  There actually is a Urban Dictionary meaning for "granola" which as an adjective to describe people who are environmentally aware (flower child, tree-hugger), open-minded (huh?), left-wing, socially aware (not!), etc.   No that's not me.  I am a happy soul that goes with the flow and will gladly eat delicious french fries when placed before me. 

As much as it would be nice to print a recipe I have slaved over on a daily basis, that isn't going to happen either.  Last night was a good example.  A new event happened at 3 in the afternoon causing me to change my manicure and pedicure to 5 p.m. and dinner didn't happen until 8 p.m.  I certainly wasn't cooking anything new and exciting by then and I hadn't shopped for it or even thought about it.  The day just ran away with me. 

So here was last night's dinner:

Hearty Chicken Soup purchased and made by my butcher, Nortown and kept in the fridge for such an occasion.  I had used the tally at the back to figure that a cup was weighing in at approximately 4 points
Chicago 58 hot dog.  I hadn't eaten a hot dog for ages but I also bought that on a whim last week and this was the perfect time to grill it until it was well done.  Again, it had the coordinates on the back so I could figure it was about 6 points.  It fit so perfectly with watching the Blue Jays on TV.
Corn of the Cob Gratin.  The other night it was a main dish I had made but tonight I was only using a quarter of a piece as a side and corn and hot dogs just go together so well.  2.5 points
Fruit Salad.  It is a lucky thing that I am generally organized and often make fruit salad and hard boiled eggs on Friday so I don't have to cook too much over the weekend.

The boss, my husband thought it was an excellent meal and I was pleased with myself that I could come through with this in a heartbeat.  Let's face it, I cook because I like to eat and not because I love to cook.