So, needless to say, as I was contemplating an undetermined time with more...well, time...I thought "ok, this will be a good opportunity to cook." I envisioned making homemade tortillas for my son's lunches. I thought of lavish dinner parties on the back deck for friends and family. I considered tasty treats for playdates. Ah, what a grand visionary I was.
The reality? Yeah, we've had fast food for lunch most days. And dinner has resulted in more frozen foods than I care to recount. It's not that I haven't wanted to cook, it's that things just haven't worked out that way. First, lunchtime sneaks up on us. And I typically am running errands between morning and afternoon naps. Second, my friends have crazy lives and getting them to come over from 4 to 5:15 for a dinner party is not exactly happening. Third, it's been raining and cold so the deck is out of commission. Fourth, I have found that the cookie dough that you break off into pieces (yes, I am even too lazy to scoop or mix) has received higher praise than I could get. It's pathetic.
I haven't given up the dream, though. Each week I buy stuff that would work for a great feast. And I hold out hope that my veggie garden will some day produce a bountiful harvest. Which will look nice on my counter before it grows mold and is tossed. Sigh. Great intentions, my friends. Great intentions.
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