What to cook for dinner? That is question that haunts me every single day around six thirty in the evening and not a second before.
That is my problem.... not thinking in advance what to cook for dinner... I do not know what is wrong with me? I never think about dinner until it is time to think about it... or when my stomach hollers out: Food. Or worse when I open the fridge, and it is empty, and it Sunday, and the grocery stores and markets are over and out... and when French Husband comes in like a happy puppy with friends in tow singing, "What is for dinner?"
Lovely, simply lovely, as I stare into the empty fridge.
Somehow a miracle happens and food appears.
Thank goodness last minutes make me hyper creative.
What are you having for dinner tonight?
