Obviously, I am an obsessive planner, but the one thing I absolutely loathe is writing up our weekly dinner menus. Or, rather, the limitations. When I first think dinner I have a head full of color and texture, but, when faced with the actualities of budget and dietary restrictions*, it loses its luster.
* When the Mister and I began dating, he was straight up meat 'n' taters... seriously, his only vegetable consumption consisted of potatoes and, occasionally, creamed corn. Having gone veg*n, he has had to stretch and (reluctantly) eats a number of veggies now, but still has an unadventurous palate.
So, yesterday, rather than spend my morning trying to sneak interesting things into our meals, I opted to rearrange our bedroom in order to make room for some good, old fashioned, floor cushion meditation.
before
after
Yes, still quite cluttery, but what can you do? No. I will not use the closet... in my mind, it has already become the bathroom expansion ;) Didn't get the AMAZINGAMOUNTSOFSPACE I was hoping for, but it *is* more than we had, plenty for some floor sittah, and, perhaps, a spot for the resumption of exercise? Eh, self? Remember exercise? Wasn't that nice?
We did, even without my enthusiasm, wind up at the grocers and came home with what I hope will be filling and satisfying, while not terribly interesting, food.
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