Tomato Sauce = Dinner

Did my 6 miles, woo-hoo! I took some advice and made sure the incline was a minimum of 1% the whole time, and hopefully that will be a bit closer to ~~real~~ outside running. After eating the spaghetti squash for lunch, I realized that I just really love tomato sauce. More than any pasta it would normally go on top of. All I wanted for dinner was sauce. All I could think about during my run was sauce.
So for dinner?
I ate sauce.
Since just eating sauce is maybe a little weird, I figured out how to make it the main part of my meal. First I made some homemade rye croutons. So delicious. I cut one slice of bread into the crouton sizes, and tossed them in oil, and microwaved them for 90 seconds (stirring once in between). Easy peasy, croutons done.
I wilted a ginormous bowl of baby spinach and mixed that in with some tomato sauce. Covered it with the rye croutons, and done!

This tasted like the most delicious thick, chunky tomato soup ever. I feel as if I am becoming a little bit of a microwave pro, between the homemade croutons and the spaghetti squash. I will be baking every single day all day long once we have our house completed and kitchen done. Who knew you could long for an oven so much?

Do you guys remember the post I made on Oats in a Nutella Jar? That was on Saturday. We immediately bought a new jar. This is today.

My name is Vanessa and I am an addict. I wish I could blame the hubs entirely but it was a team effort. Please recommend a program or therapist, thanks.

Can you help me please---give me a microwave recipe if you have one! This is all I have to cook with, I need ideas! Sandwiches, salads, and sweet potatoes only go so far....

What were your Thursday workouts? Tell me tell me tell me!

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