Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes! The Fridge. Long workdays are not conducive to home cooked meals. As evidenced by the plethora of Styrofoam containers that are dotting the landscape below. It really had quite an impact on me when I took more than a cursory glance looking for the coffee creamer this morning. Every night we've gone out to eat somewhere, except for the lone night when I worked so late that Kenny crafted a Hamburger Helper dinner for us. The leftovers are located atop the cake pan. Yes, the pan indicated below as "2-week-old puddin' cake." I'm very happy to note that we did not eat an entire cake! But really, I think it's time for it to go.
And then, about a half an hour ago, Kenny wanted to know where we were going for lunch. Well, just name your poison, my friend. You can choose from Italian, Mexican, Hungarian, All-American - the only thing we don't have at hand is leftover Chinese food. There was one stone left unturned apparently.
So for Saturday lunch we cleaned out the fridge. Lunch was a buffet that included cheese enchilada, chicken paprikash, Outlaw ribeye (left over from Lonestar last night), chicken parmesan & pasta, cornbread muffin, baked beans, coleslaw, pulled bbq pork, bbq chicken, hamburger helper, and a can of diet soda that Kenny found in the garage (we don't drink soda much anymore, for the good of our health - do you see the irony here??). And for the record, how in the hell do we even have dirty dishes in the sink when we never eat at home?? That's a mystery that begs an answer.
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