I love to cook. I enjoy making things from scratch. It is an amazing stress reliever for me--my husband knows I have had a bad day if he smells cookies in the oven or a complicated stew simmering. Yet, ironically, when I get insanely busy and obviously stressed, I reach for whatever I can find to feed my family.
At the beginning of the school year, I made sure my lovely children had a full balanced lunch--fresh veggies, paninis with all sorts of good-for-you yummy stuff--and then I slowly started to slip. It started with the frozen spinach walnut tortellini; I made sure to still make a fresh butter based sauce and a pretty parsley garnish. Then I discovered jarred pesto (side note: I love making my own pesto--easy and cheap yet I bought the jarred) and began to spoon this over the tortellini and the parsley was left out. And the kids LOVED it. They thought it was just yummy! Last week, I emptied the dishwasher while the tortellini was boiling. I did not want to dirty a bunch of plates so I used paper plates from a Valentine's Day party. The kids found it festive and I felt I could not go any lower. Until today.
Today was insane--tests, speeches, memory verses. I thought I was reliving college finals week. By the time the inevitable question 'what's for lunch?' was asked, I was drained. And then I sunk to a brand new low. I picked up the phone, texted my husband.
"Pizza 4 lunch"
"Sure" was the swift reply.
I texted back an order and 35 minutes later we had pizza from a local pizzeria on our table. And here's the ultimate low--because we all had personal, lovely, artistic pizzas, we all had out own box. And, blushing, these were our plates.
Don't want to waste those paper plates after all ;)
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