Until recently, we hadn’t had groceries in our house for a long while. Trips to the grocery store are just another one of those things I thought I’d have all the time in the world to do once I worked for myself, but I was wrong. So wrong.
You know what it is? It’s not that I don’t have time. I have plenty of time – I make my own damn schedule, so I could always factor in a trip to Trader Joe’s if I really wanted to. But when I do have free time to mold and shape as I please, I feel compelled to fill it with workworkwork stuff. I feel obligated (to my bank account) to be writing articles, working on bakery stuff, taking care of any HST biz. And when that stuff’s been done, I feel obligated to exercise, or clean the apartment, or watch Criminal Minds (or my new favorite, Keeping Up With The Kardashians). Plus, it’s so easy in New York to grab cheap take out food or a sandwich from the deli…too easy…
The point is, Kevin hasn’t had a home cooked meal in weeks. Actually, that’s not true – he makes us a scrambled egg breakfast almost every single morning. His girlfriend hasn’t cooked him any meals in weeks, which would be perfectly fine because he can cook his own food. Except he also does all the laundry around here. Sigh. I’m flunking out of Homemaker Class 101.
Well I FINALLY went to the store last week. And we’ve been joyfully eating food out of our own fridge and pantry every since. It’s revolutionary. On his birthday on Friday, I made Kev a big breakfast (eggs with french toast!…from the freezer – don’t be too impressed) and then a yummy turkey taco lunch. He was happy.
Now I just have to learn how to make something besides toast and tacos. We had tacos again for dinner last night.