Confession

I'm not quite sure how I do it, but I manage to find ways to eat leftovers for days, piecing together meals from bits of this and bits of that. I just open the fridge and take the path of least resistance. It takes me back to my single days when I lived on leftovers, when anything that I made would last for days and days and days and by the 3rd day in a row of eating the same thing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner I'd get completely sick of it and vowed not to make it again for a really long time. Ahhhh the nostalgia.

My wonderful 6 ft 2 inch husband with wicked fast metabolism, has been traveling for the past week or so and though I miss him dearly, I am LOVING the fact that I have barely had to think about food all week. Friday evening I boiled some plain ravioli and just picked at them (and other random leftovers) throughout the entire weekend, even falling back into my old habits of eating out of the pan (why dirty another thing you're going to have to wash in the end?)

No time or energy or thought about what to eat, what to make, what to buy, what to clean up.

I'm lovin' it!