I did not lift a finger to cook this week. I was hopeful that on Tuesday I would be able to manage something, but as the day wore on, it was a struggle just to imagine what I might possibly want to eat.
Thank God for parents and in-laws who will happily action shrimp with cream sauce and brisket for you.
As part of my reunion with America, I have been living off the land, feasting on soft fried eggs, baked sweet potatoes, wilted spinach and every incarnation of salad bar. This is the life.
In lieu of actual meals made, I thought I’d share with y’all what I did for Marcus while I was away.
As the date of my trip got closer, I got progressively more anxious about packing. But when I’m stressed, even though I’m usually barely able to function in other areas of my life, I am generally able to run and cook.
In case you haven’t noticed already, these are the things that keep me sane.
So we cooked meals, and I labeled and froze the leftovers from each, thus creating a stash.
At which point I made a list of all of the available meals in the freezer and a list of all of the pantry-meals that Marcus would be able to make as well.
By the time I got home, everything had been eaten, excluding the chili which I defrosted for lunches this week. It was an effective system.
And now I have a freezer to re-stock.