My tombstone will read: "the most average person in the world." Since I represent the average, I find humor anything and everyone . . . including myself.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
We dine out infrequently (our goal is less than once a week). Dining out at our home equals a drive thru fast food place or pizza carry out. Sitting at a restaurant eating is reserved for a once-every-six-weeks thing with my husband sans children.
Anyway . . . I cook 98% of all meals. During the week, I cook one or two meals that I can stretch into two nights. Last night, I made spaghetti. I don't have a recipe--the base is some can of store-bought spaghetti sauce and I "doctor" it up with meat or green peppers or mushrooms or olives, etc. I achieved the right combo last night--yum! I put the leftovers in a bowl for night #2 when the phone rang. Two hours later, my husband walked into the kitchen and asked, "Hey--does this need to be put in the fridge?" Darn it--out too long for my comfort zone. We threw it away. Now I have to cook tonight!