I'm feeling uninspired this evening. It was just one of those days where everything at the grocery store seemed boring and blah, so I'm just pulling out some hot italian turkey sausages to throw on the indoor grill. I'll saute some green beans and sliced creminis to serve up on the side, and we'll uncork the bottle of white that's been living in the fridge since the cocktail party.
Deep down, however, I feel slightly ashamed that I'm not going to more effort to prepare dinner.
Since when did I turn into Bree?