Dinnertime Blues.

Dinnertime Blues.

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?

13 Responses to “Dinnertime Blues.”

  1. Dana (me) says:

    I believe you have just written exactly why I can’t ever have kids. My solution is to drink dinner. 😉

  2. Kalpana solsi says:

    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.

  3. PryvateLisa says:

    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!

  4. GennaClaire says:

    Now THIS I can relate to. :) Love ” a delicious pain in my ass.” Ha!

  5. Christine says:

    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.

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