I'm in the process of making dinner right now, (it's on the stove so I have a few minutes to blog) and it's no wonder the wind's outta my sails when I attempt to cook. I got some Pollo Asada and thought it would go great with some Jambalaya rice, sort of a Pollalaya combo if you will. Earlier today when I was shopping for the rice mixture (of course I'm not making this sh*t from scratch) I was careful to select one with a lower carb count. I do watch my carbs, especially in the evening because women have a tendency to stop burning their carbs in the late afternoon so I don't like to overdo it. And you know what? It works.
Most of the boxes had a per serving carb count of anywhere between 40 and 46 grams so I said "SCREW THAT!" (literally out loud in the aisles.) I was about to move onto to something else when I picked up one last box, glanced at the carbs and saw 29g so I said, "Hallelujah" and tossed it into my cart.
Well now I'm home, whipping up this sweet smellin' meal and I take a closer look at the box and see that it says, "SERVES SIX". I think, "Are you kidding me? This tiny little packet of rice serves six full grown human beings?!?" Then I examine the nutritional information on the side a bit more closely and see that a serving size equates to THREE TABLESPOONS! What is this? The Paris Hilton/Calista Flockhart portion sized meal plan? Ok the last time I was able to feel comfortably satiated by 3 tablespoons of anything was.....NEVER?!? I'm sooo pissed right now. I actually consumed HALF of my meal by simply testing out a spoonful of this rice to see if it was done. What a let down.
I scooped out 3 tbsps of the rice and put them on our plates and it looked like golf balls in a bathtub. So I added another 3, and still it didn't even fill up half the plate. Needless to say Tom and I consumed enough for 6 people so we'll both be hitting the gym extra hard tomorrow. Stupid, dumb rice.