I’ve told you all about my weekend eating habits.
Generally speaking, I’m all about restaurant fare from Friday to Sunday. I like to give my kitchen (ok, myself) a break from the routine.
This weekend was a first. I didn’t eat out for one single meal. I either cooked or had someone cook for me for every meal.
Friday night, I trekked over to Amy’s for a meatball dinner.
They were real good. And it was nice to be treated to dinner. Thanks, Amy! Sorry I made you drink wine! (Although, you really should have expected it, let’s be honest)
Saturday, I cooked up some salmon and roasted broccoli with friends.
Sunday, I tested out some recipes.
I literally did not buy one single meal.
What does this mean? Who have I become?
Oh, right. Someone who has a fridge full of groceries. I finally figured out what to do with them.