Regardless of what you call it, my dinners of late represent the above statement quite accurately.
|Please pardon the dark picture. I’m not sure what I did to it and the idea of fixing it seems most unappealing right now. 🙂|
This picture makes the bowls look huge; while they’re definitely substantial, they’re not quite in the Jethro bowl category.
Anyway, with Craig not here, my desire to cook real dinner food has waned quite significantly. Honestly though, my desire to cook real dinner food waned when Craig was deployed last year and I never really reestablished my cooking mojo upon his return. Baking? Yes. Real food? No. If I can’t cream butter and sugar together, the idea of creating in the kitchen doesn’t excite me much. Since it’s clearly not a neccesity at this moment, I’m not really bothered by my lack of cooking mojo. Caroline doesn’t require much variety in the dinner hour and is happy to eat some variation of carb + cheese + vegetable nightly. As a result, I’ve allowed myself to forgo creativity in the kitchen and have taken to throwing a bunch of stuff in a bowl, heating it in the microwave and calling it dinner.
It’s balanced. And tasty.