When The Cat’s Away

the mice eat fattening food.

I cannot be mean enough to fix something ooey, gooey and wonderfully tasty and sit and eat it in front of the husband who’s not supposed to have said ooey, gooey, goodness.  So, after he went to work last night, I fried us up a batch of fries, topped them with homemade chili and cheese, then went the extra mile and drowned a hotdog in chili cheeseness.

Yum!

It’s not as “bad” as it looks though- the chili is made from venison, so not much fat there and the bun at least is a White Wheat bun, so that’s slightly better than the regular version.  Yeah, I’m gonna keep telling myself it wasn’t horridly bad for me and eventually, I’ll believe that.