So I've been lying on the couch like a Victorian lady with the vapors, in between staggering to the kitchen to sip on flat ginger ale. I assume the children managed okay for dinner, judging by the fact that the leftover ice cream in the freezer seems to have disappeared.
Foraging for food is an important life skill. Also? Foraging for cheap pizza coupons...
Did I ever mention that I was very excited about cooking when Larry and I first got married? You see, we were both in the Navy at the time and ate at the chow hall. In fact, that's where we met. (I know! Romantic!) But I couldn't wait to get our own place and prepare home-cooked meals. Neither of us could understand why some military folk actually brought their families to the chow hall for the special Thanksgiving dinner. Why would anyone do that when they could be carrying on the Thanksgiving tradition of turkey-and-stuffing in their own home? Who would settle for mess hall cooking on a day like that?
Such were the ruminations of our 20-years-younger starry-eyed selves. But now? I would totally be down with holiday meals at the chow hall. No dishes, no food shopping, and great prices - what's not to like? Alas, we no longer qualify to dine there.
I'm telling you, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
[jelly beans image: candy addict]
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