The blackened chicken with tomato-corn saute was a delicious pain in my ass.
The frozen pizza was a pale imitation of the real thing.
After only two days I’m over my commitment to cooking dinner daily.
Can’t we just get takeout instead?
I hear that! *grin*
Everything is so much work, right?
I believe you have just written exactly why I can’t ever have kids. My solution is to drink dinner. 😉
With or without a kid, I’d still need to eat
The microstory brought a wicked smile on my face. I love to cook and serve and am sympathetic to people who cannot cook.
I think a dinner takeaway is a better option.
Good choice of topic: cooking.
I can cook, I just don’t want to.
There’s something about the 6 o’clock hour that is bad for making dinner. I’m tired and the last thing I want to do is wear my readers to squint at a recipe that I’m liable to screw up. So, I do a lot of crock pot cooking! Great micro-story. Made me say YES!
That’s just it – I’m tired and I’m over the day. Glad I’m not alone!
Now THIS I can relate to. Love ” a delicious pain in my ass.” Ha!
Why must delicious things be so difficult? Why?
Hey, it’s like you hang out at my house. I’m sitting here wondering if I can make dinner for the kids out of wheat bread, not-quite-expired Italian dressing, and a handful of craisins.
You totally can. I believe in you.
I hate cooking!
Born and raised in a pumpkin patch, Michelle Longo maintains a shrine to her kid's lost socks and runs a meat inspector support group in her spare time.
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