In case you haven't guessed, my "month of meals" was a total bust. *Sigh* Now, I'm sure you saw it coming from a mile away. You may have even chuckled under your breath, tickled to watch me self-destruct in the kitchen. Well, I'd like to think you were rooting for me. I was rooting for me. But alas, cooking every night wasn't meant to be. When my husband (yes, I'll blame him) told me "babes, I'll know you really wanted to cook every night even if you don't" that was just an easy out for a tired mama.
I don't know what other people do, but I just cannot keep up the standard! I definitely feel like I should be able to cook for one month and I can't! I'm not trying to (or at least didn't think I was) live up to an unrealistic expectation. I really didn't realize just how much I rely on the convenience of eating out. Call it spoiled, call it lazy, or just plain snobby that we'd rather buy food from a restaurant that will taste good rather than cracking open a can or frozen box of processed crap because we're too tired to cook a proper meal.
|Someone does not like baby tomatoes.|
|"All done. That please!"|
So maybe I learned something from my failed experiment: it's far more fun to cook when you don't have to; AND be grateful to feed your family healthy food no matter how the food comes about.