Today’s post title is a quote from the new and not very nice Top Chef judge, Toby Young, and it unfortunately refers to the dinner I made last night. I guess I was trying to compensate for the indulgent (but 100% worth it) brunch I had at Barney Greengrass, a.k.a. the sturgeon king, earlier in the day. There are few things better than making your way through a wintery Sunday afternoon on the UWS with friends and a toasted bialy with scallion cream cheese, white fish and tomato. The trouble is that I’m trying to lower my carb intake in ’09, and specifically, I am terrified of putting on a bathing suit this weekend on my quick trip to Miami. I literally cannot remember the last time I wore one. And, I hate diets. Why would anyone voluntarily restrict the amount of bread, pasta, rice and sweets? Misery. Anyway, that’s long story behind the very plain chicken breast and roasted broccoli I prepared last night. It was so dry and devoid of flavor, the act of chewing was actually tiring. I’m going to have to be much more creative with my “diet” dinners from now on. Suggestions?