Sometimes I look in my fridge and freezer and pantry and think “surely there’s a dinner to be made here.” And if I was a mom in 1943, I would know how to take that can of pinapple chunks, the frozen log of sausage, and the half top of stovetop stuffing and not only make dinner…but there would be enough for leftovers. But I probably would have looked in the pantry, freezer, and fridge earlier than 7:30pm.
As it is, I’ve spent the last three years living literally two blocks from two Chinese places, Papa Murpheys, Safeway, two Mexican restaurants, Subway, Sonic…and as of two months ago, McDonalds.
We’re 15 minutes from dinner options now. I think I’m going to need to get more creative. In the mean time, it’s cereal for dinner.
Again.
And not even a farmhouse life granola cereal. Or oatmeal. It’s the economy sized box of fruit loops.
mom - This is exactly how I felt every night. And why I started that index-card thing. Daddy would come home, and you and I would be playing downstairs, and he’d say, what’s for dinner? And I wouldn’t have even given it a thought!
You are so cute.