Fall Harvest

We've been cooking lots at home lately - I made fish chowder, Mr. Man made potato and dill soup with chicken sausage, and we've both rustled up some stir-fries/pastas/curries together. Oh, and the calzones. The CALZONES I tell you! Delicious, all of it! Best of all: leftovers for lunch at work = a happy wallet. We're working on balancing who makes dinner since I almost always get home first, so it makes sense for me to start dinner. Mr. Thoughtful had a stroke of genius and chopped up all the produce in the fridge on Sunday night, making dinners infinitely easier this week.

I know there are a lot of convenience options out there, but they're rarely nutritious, involve lots of excess packaging, and taste so bland. Also, they aren't that cost effective. I see lines out the door at Trader Joe's every day and wonder what the heck people are feeding themselves - Lord knows you can't get good produce there, so it must be pre-made stuff. Frozen, canned or boxed. Whyyy?

Guess I can't judge, I'd eat at Indian restaurants every single day if I could, and cheap Thai take-out is my Achille's heel. Not exactly health food, and all that styrofoam is bad news. As I think about the Sig O's upcoming business trips, I alternately pout and fantasize about how I'm going to feed myself. There certainly will be takeout. Perhaps, no, definitely ice cream for dinner during a Mamma Mia sing-along.

So I take objection to this interpretation of the food pyramid. Why attribute fridge-raiding antics and culinary laziness to the men folk alone? Why is it a woman who is assumed to reign in the kitchen?

Cranky. I need lunch.