Some days are just emotionally exhausting, let alone when the physical side catches up to you, running you down. Sometimes, the prospect of cooking is almost too much to bear.
Though I had gone shopping for dinner, I wasn't sure I was up to actually making it. We considered grabbing a Hot Pizza Now, but I finally mustered the courage to assemble my humble ingredients.
Freshly baked buns, french bread style
Wing Sauce (Frank's, but not just Red Hot. Actual wing sauce)
Leftover blue cheese dressing in containers from the last time we got wings
I baked the nuggets, tossed them in sauce, put them into the buns (which I split) and topped with the cheese crumbles. Darling Husband and I dipped our Buffalo Chicken Sliders into the dressing and called it dinner. I had a salad and/or yams to go with, but we never made it that far.
Fortunately, I had the foresight to get stuff for dinner tomorrow night, too. A big pretty salad with edemame and seared scallops. At least, that's the plan for now...