I decided not to buy groceries this week because, well, I just didn’t want to. That means dinner was anything I could scrounge… Meatloaf sandwich, frozen pizza (I don’t know why I love Jack’s Pizza so much, but I could have eaten a whole one the other night), and canned food stuffs.
Last night The Hippy told me my dinner was really good. He repeated it again this morning. What was dinner? Brown rice and Hormel Turkey Chili with Beans, topped with Cub brand Colby/Jack cheese. Actual amount of time cooking was less than 10mins. The rice cooked while I was in the shower.
Remind me again why I cook real meals?