Yes, it’s just fast food. But it’s very tasty fast food that I have to go out of my way to get, so it’s a special event any time.
Hurry up and build one closer to me, guys.
Yes, it’s just fast food. But it’s very tasty fast food that I have to go out of my way to get, so it’s a special event any time.
Hurry up and build one closer to me, guys.
My wife went grocery shopping to stock up on staples that we didn’t get on our last giant trip. The total was ridiculous, as everyone knows.
But the thing is, everything we needed was actually there. It’s been years since we could get our full list.
One more small step back to some kind of normal.
They cook up perfectly in the air fryer and do wonders when I wake up with a sour stomach. Glad to have a panacea ready to go in the freezer at all times.
Last week all my posts were about how I was too sick to eat on vacation. So the good news is this week I’ve got plenty of choices for stress eating while I work.
The cashews look pretty inviting. I’ll start there.
My stomach is back in good shape finally. Just in time to join my family in our annual New Year’s sushi.
It’s a tradition we invented for ourselves and have observed strictly for at least 8 years running. It’s one of the better customs we celebrate. So happy I don’t have to skip this one, too.
As much as I might think of myself as a gourmand, cooking’s really not my bag. Mostly I tense up and think about all the cleaning I have to do afterward.
Fortunately, we’re well stocked on leftovers and several days are already planned for takeout, so I can just eat and be merry.
This week is going to be absurdly busy. I’m expecting to have virtually no free time each evening. As in, I won’t be home from work until right before bedtime for the kids, so I’m going straight to nighttime rituals.
So we’re doing pizza takeout for dinner tonight. We do this often, but the difference tonight is that we have a good excuse. It’s guilt free takeout. Fuck you, credit card – daddy’s gotta rest.
And more importantly, we cleared a hell of a lot of room out of the freezer. We had two different poultry carcasses and a five gallon bag of vegetable scraps in there for weeks on end. Every time we went to grab some ice, we had to move our stock ingredients out of the way. And naturally, every time you shifted that Tetris pile, you couldn’t close the door without reconfiguring it.
Now it’s all gone and we have jars of tasty stock instead. And the empty scrap bags. Which will refill gradually. Until I do all this shit again in like a month.
At least I can get my ice in peace for a little while.
Yes, I understand that I’m the only one here who enjoys it. I know I’m the freak. But the important thing is I’ve also got money, some of which is occasionally disposable. So that almond paste is mine.
Merry Christmas to me.
November isn’t even over yet and our fridge has plenty of room to spare. That means we can actually cook whatever we want instead of forcing ourselves to play Chopped: Home Edition where the secret ingredients are always different kinds of dry turkey.