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Meal Planning

At least the good news is that the week is half over. But I'm about to start one of my most loathed chores... Meal planning.

I use this miniature little whiteboard to plan.  I write out my ideas, and they're mostly met with general malaise and apathy. Unless there's mac and cheese, then somebody in the house gets super excited.

I also use this whiteboard to track what we still have in the freezer.

While ambitious and symbolic of a true domestic goddess, you can imagine that this doesn't always work out. Especially on those days where I just don't care.

Last week there was a day that I just didn't care. It's frustrating because I really don't have anything else to do so I should care and be all excited about cooking things, but... Nah.

So here we go!  Tentative meal plan for the week!

I know: I'm amazing. 

Side note:  I was about to push publish to this post as I was taking a dogs outside for a phone call to Nature, and Daisy just went and ate a giant dragonfly. I might be disgusted and happy for her at the same time. At least she's getting a protein.

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  1. yo mamaJuly 5, 2017 at 10:44 AM

    Baseball for dinner! Sounds interesting, you'll have to send me the recipe!

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