Happy Hour at Home

It was so rainy and miserable on Tuesday that I decided to skip my trip to the library and head straight home after class and work. Yesterday was a much nicer day for walking, so on my way back from the office I decided to run a few errands. I picked up my text book and course reading packet on campus, headed to the library where three reserved books were waiting, and proceeded to walk home. I didn't really prepare for the weight of the books and about half a mile from home I felt winded, depleted of energy, and did one of the lamest-feeling things ever -- I called Jesse on my cell phone and asked him to jog down to help me carry my books the rest of the way to the apartment. He happily obliged and I made it home. Barely. I really should remember that I can't do as much as I used to, given that I'm toting around an extra 10 pounds in my belly and about 50% more blood that my heart has to somehow pump through my body. I later calculated my distance walked for the day and it worked out to be just over 4 miles. So maybe I'm not as lame as I thought.

Anyway, because of work and class assignments, I still haven't had the chance to crack open the French Farm House Cookbook. Therefore, I have had zero inspiration to make interesting dinners this week. We did manage to throw together a pretty tasty roasted vegetable pasta the other night, but it lacked the protein that my body craves and I was left unsatisfied. We were both feeling uninspired again at dinnertime tonight and were just on the verge of stepping out to one of our favorite happy hour spots. However, let's face it, happy hour isn't nearly as fun when half of the dinner party has to settle for a fizzy ginger ale instead of that frosty mug of beer that tastes so good with a steaming pile of nachos.

Since we live insanely close to Trader Joe's, we strolled over to get the ingredients for our own happy hour at home. The vegetarian nachos really hit the spot and I'm pretty sure an entire half can of beans will fill that black hole that is my stomach (I may only need to eat a second dinner instead of my usual third). Also, when you do happy hour at home you get as much fresh guacamole as you can stand. And believe me, that's a lot!