[on the menu] a night at the barre.

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when you’ve stood on your tippy-toes for an hour at the barre, you can’t be bothered with meals that take an hour to cook. that’s when panini presses (or, you know, Foreman grills) come in handy.

 the menu:

grilled lemon herb chicken breasts. sautéed spinach with roasted garlic & butter sauce. [leftover] oven-roasted beets drizzled with honey. Breyer’s peach ice cream.


the menu [if I hadn’t been ravenous from working out my weight in sweat]:

popsicles. and frosted flakes.