I cook dinner for us (me and my boyfriend; Charlie gets kibble and canned wet food) almost every night. After a long day of work though, it can be really exhausting to prepare anything other than some pasta and tomato sauce or a couple grilled cheese sandwiches. And that shit gets old real quick.
My favorite day of the week ends up being whatever day my boyfriend or the T.V./internet/magazine/movie inspire me to do “The Cheat Day”. Oh god, I love the cheat day. And it’s as simple as this:
Me: I think I’m gonna make us eggplant and zucchini parm tonight.
Boyfriend: Mmmm! That sounds good. [5-second pause.] You know what I’ve been craving? Burgers.
Why oh why why why did he have to say that? Seriously, that's all it took. "Burgers."
Me: When did we last have a cheat day?
Boyfriend: We were bad this weekend.
Me: What? When? I don’t even remember the last time we had a cheat day.
Boyfriend: We had pizza twice.
Me: Not me. I think we had our cheat day Friday. That was awhile ago. [Today is Tuesday.]
Boyfriend: I think we had Thai recently, too.
Me: Nuh-uh. I think we had that like last Monday or something. [5-second pause where I think we were both waiting to see which one was going to cave.] Wanna do burgers tonight?
Charlie was on board.
Freddy’s is our go-to down here for real cheat days (as opposed to not-so-real cheat days where we eat turkey wraps or sushi). My boyfriend gets the #6 and Dirt N’ Worms. I get the #1 and The Signature Turtle. If you’re ever in the area, make sure to stop by a Freddy’s. I didn’t think I’d like a steak burger, but it’s a great alternative to the Big Mac. Just make sure to put the fry sauce onto the burger, otherwise, all you’ll have is mustard.