I’ve never been one of those people who does that whole life hack thing. Not that I’m not a fan of short cuts, because, let’s be honest, who isn’t? I like to peruse through Facebook photos of “how to clean the dirtiest pot in less than five minutes” and “ceiling fans and pillowcases- you’re welcome” just like the rest of you and sometimes, I even use the suggestions, like the pillowcase to clean the ceiling fan. I actually love that trick. I didn’t come up with it, but I utilize the fuck out of it. But recently, I’ve been on this salad craving kick. I just want salad. I want it all the time. The problem, though, is that I don’t really like to make my own salad. Not because I’m lazy. Well, not totally because I’m lazy. It’s just wasteful to make a salad for one. Especially if you think about how quickly lettuce goes bad and tomatoes. I guess I could just prepare the ingredients for a whole week of salads, but what if I don’t want salad every day? It would probably be pretty cost effective, but salads are like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. They always taste better when somebody else makes them for you. So I was on the hunt for a delicious, cost effective salad. Turns out that Texas Roadhouse makes a pretty killer house salad. I like honey french on my salad, which is hard to come by these days. I’m sure that there is corn syrup in the Texas Roadhouse version but if I’m eating a salad instead of a candybar and a coke (which is a terrible comparison because I don’t even drink coke) then I’m still better off even with that dressing. Anyway, I’m not really even eating salad in an attempt to be healthy. There’s just something my body is missing in salad and I guess it’s craving it. But back to the meat of the story, or the salad of it. I went to Texas Roadhouse, yes, the steak house, to get a salad. And they give you this great portion of salad with your choice of dressing for like four bucks. And then they give you a boatload of bread and that sweet delicious butter for free. So you can basically pig out and get really really starchy full for less than five bucks. Maybe this is not blogworthy to a lot of folks, but sometimes, when you’re broke or poor or just cheap and hungry, you might wish you someone would have mentioned this little tidbit of info. So now’s it out there in the big wide web. You can thank me later when you get done shoving your face full of rolls and extra sweet butter.