Mona is whining. She wants fast food. Strawberry keeps reminding her of lettuce shoes. Truth be told I love Hubby's cooking. I much prefer his tacos to the "authentic" Mexican restaurant's tacos....or any "authentic" Mexican food they serve (it isn't "authentic!"). My boss took me out to lunch; we went to this Mexican restaurant. I ordered flautas. What I got was some sort of fried burrito. Mona wanted cigar-shaped fried yumminess with guacamole and sour cream. Thankfully she didn't throw a temper tantrum in front of the boss! Hubby makes great grilled chicken or hamburgers or meatloaf. Yesterday I used up the left-over pot roast meat (no veggies left...just meat). I shredded it and poured b-b-q sauce all over it and served it up in a hamburger bun. Yea, me! That's my cooking. Pour b-b-q sauce or Alfredo sauce or cheese sauce over something and ta da.
So here's my dilemma... I'm on my own for a week. Do you know how easy it is to stop off at a fast food joint and pick up breakfast, lunch, or dinner for one? Cooking with sauces can get old....very fast! So yep, that's my predicament this week. Join me as I talk, argue, and fight with myself this week. Who will be the winner? Mona, the whining inner child? Or Strawberry, the not- so- winning at times adult?
Let the games begin!
P.S. Thank you to all you Grainiacs for the encouraging words. You are super duper (Mona's words..as in "super duper sized ice cream cone") special.
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