do not buy this

The thermometer hits one hundred. Alexander arrives home from work and his shirt is soaked through.  The weather is miserable.

I buy salad ingredients for dinner; Alexander is eating with his grandparents.  I’m not hungry until 8:30, and by then I don’t feel like preparing anything, even a salad.   I go outside to get a slice of pizza.  On my way, I feel guilty so I stop by a Subway.  I’m attracted to something called Chicken Teriyaki with Sweet Onions, 380 calories for 6 inches.

I buy it, but as I watch it being prepared, my interest wanes.  The chicken teriyaki looks nothing like the kind you’d get at a Japanese restaurant.  Instead, picture little brown pieces of shriveled up chicken that’s been sitting in a non-refrigerated bin all day.  The sweet onion is a sauce.  Really.  I had envisioned onions sautéed in a sweet sauce of some kind.  What was I thinking?  I have the server include a slice of Swiss cheese, cucumbers, tomatoes, vinegar and honey mustard.

But the time I get home it’s almost 9, and now I am hungry.  The sandwich is as bad as I thought it would be.  It tastes like bread filled with honey mustard and something rubbery.  I make up for it by creating an enticing dessert: strawberries mixed in with some chocolate mouse and a dollop or two of whipped cream.  It’s great, but it ruined my plan for a low-cal dinner.