I think, if Boston Market hadn't expanded to too many stores in too short a time and went all chapter 11, I wouldn't have a food coma right now. Since there's only one BM that I know of in Atlanta and it's not readily accessible, when I do go there, I tend to get a lot of stuff.
Because I went to get the oil changed for the car, I passed by BM on the way back from Jiffy Lube. And here I am thinking, "Bonus! I was just gonna grab something fast and not-entirely appetizing on the way back to work..."
So I got the meatloaf with a sweet potatoes (complete with marshmallows and brown sugar), stuffing, and a cornbread muffin ("aint nothing wrong with dat!"). As rich and filling as the sweet potatoes were, I still had
to finish the meatloaf and cornbread, because I don't get a lot of Boston Market. And now I just want to curl up under my desk and sleeeeeeeeep.
It occured to me earlier that I've been working at this job for exactly one year. Woohoo!Current Mood: