Nada.
We both said a couple of times this week how easy it would have been to run through a drive through somewhere and pick up a sandwich on the way home, but we are committed to our cause. Last night, I didn't make dinner until 7:30, and we didn't actually sit down to eat it until after 8:15 or so. This is horrible to do, we know--don't yell at us-- but it happened.
Another night this week, we pretty much skipped dinner and had a couple of things each to snack on--a handful of carrots here, a bread heel with peanut butter there. Not glamorous by any stretch of the imagination. Tonight, was worse. It was by far our latest night this week, and we each did not get home until after 8:30. We were well past the realm of dinner time, and both of us had a good case of the hangrys going on. Don't understand the term "hangry?" Click here. We commiserated about how awesome a cheeseburger would be right about now, but realized it wasn't in the scope of viable possibilities.
It was at this point that I began to unpack my bags from work. Coupled with the lesson plan book, folders, and papers, was my other bag with items that I brought home from another good bartering. I had traded some of our venison for a bag of produce. Again, we have lettuce, celery, tomatoes and broccoli. All fresh. All delicious.
At the sight of the lettuce and tomatoes, I thought my 6'2" husband was going to weep. He usually isn't one to do too much cooking in the kitchen, so when he gets his mind set to do so, I get out of the way. It's 9:30 at night, and he's currently making himself a BLT. I am not going to stop him. After all, the hangrys are all too real, and they make us do crazy things.
P.S. Don't eat all of the bacon.
--SH