ED does a great job of preparing wonderful meals with leftovers to supply my lunches for a day or two. The pantry and freezer are well stocked for her inventive offerings.
On the rare occasion that ED is not home, it is up to me to plan and prepare meals. Teenage fickleness often prompts me to order pizza, avoiding uncomfortable dinner time.
There are times, though, that only Mike and I are home. After returning from one vacation and preparing for a girl’s trip, with ED out of town and the boys away with friends, I was in the mood for a home-cooked meal with Mike. Our well-stocked freezer and pantry, rather than providing inspiration, were overwhelming to me. I had no idea what to cook. My eyes couldn’t focus on any one ingredient. More than five years ago, when I had to cook for only the two of us, our diet was filled with one-dish meals such as stir-fry. Often, if I have had a late lunch, I opt out of supper, and Mike heads out to buy a sandwich.
Oh dear. As I get older I understand people who don’t eat when presented with a large plate of food. Where to start? I will never finish! I give up: I’m not hungry.
Closing the freezer door to thaw my frozen brain I knew exactly what to do: go out.
