3.13.11 : 72/365
I don't know why but for the longest time I have referred to work nights as school nights. Maybe it's my lame way of being clever, my inability to function unless I adhere to the same sleep schedule as a 6 year old, or the inherent similarities sometimes...but one way or another- school nights.
School nights spell out different food choices than the weekend. Friday and Saturdays get booked up very quickly with the many meals we want to make (I'm two issues behind on my cooking my way through Chatelaine... Hello!?!) We ate pretty good this weekend but Sunday still re-incarnates the greens and other veggie intensive food. You know, sometimes (ok, often) I wish I could eat pizza and heavy cream meals everyday, but I like my garden food too... I don't know, maybe I'm feverish.