I'm thinking of what I'm going to try to cook this evening. Just because I can't eat it anything good, doesn't mean I can't cook it. And I love to cook. Maybe I'll try a Tyler Florence crab cake recipe I saw in this month's issue of House Beautiful. Or, to show the boy that I do go back and look through old magazines (he thinks I'm a magazine hoarder), maybe I'll try a recipe for cheddar chicken from the May 2010 issue of Real Simple.
This is why he doesn't grocery shop - and I do! He just doesn't think about food when he goes to the store, unless he's hungry THAT moment (and even then sometimes, he doesn't think about it. He'd rather go to Cook-Out). He thinks about things he needs on a daily basis, like deodorant and toothpaste.
Before he left for work today, I asked him if he needed anything at the grocery store. I brought it up because I had ONE slice of toast for breakfast this morning because we were out.
"Oh yeah, we need that. And I want the thin slices like we had before," the boy says.
"Do you want me to make tea for you, or do you just want soda this week?" I ask.
"I like tea."
"OK, I'll add sugar to the list of items to buy," I say.
"Oh, and I guess I want sandwich meat since you're buying bread," he says.
"OK, do you want cheese or any thing like horseradish for your sandwiches?"
"Uh... I'm OK."
"SEE - that's how you build a grocery list!" I yell, as I'm writing down the start of a grocery list. (Because, you see, the boy doesn't believe in shopping lists like me.)
Sigh, well - off to my "womanly" duties!
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