Syrup

Following the notion that syrup makes everything better (similar to mayo, bacon, and chocolate) I had some with dinner tonight.

No foolin'.

In an everlasting attempt "to eat better", "cook meals", etc but still being a lazy bum, I went to the grocery store on Sunday night and bought: a rotisserie chicken, bbq sauce, haricots verts, and squash. I rounded out this meal with one of my favorite staples: Jasmine rice. It was all right. It definitely fit the bill for a much-desired "hot meal".

Last night Swirly, as she will now be called, texted me to meet up and so dinner was comprised of chips & salsa, a hot pocket divided in 4, chicken taquitos, and Pacifico. We definitely missed the healthy eating mark.

And so today, with the roti chicken leftovers in the fridge, I made yet another chicken'n'rice dish. And by that I mean, I put chicken on rice and covered it in BBQ. Impressive I know.

But here's the thing: it needed "a little something".
And that's when I thought, "syrup would really make this a lot better". And as I was getting it out of the cupboard and putting it on my chicken'n'rice dinner, I laughed and thought, "Oh, man. I'm Buddy the Elf."

"We elves like to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup."

I'll keep you posted.
k8