Monday, February 05, 2007

It's Like Reading My Life Sometimes ...

March 3
In my smug haze of good housekeeping from yesterday's baking session, not to mention my arch disdain for factory-produced foods, I fail to notice there is bugger all to eat in the house. At seven thirty I dash to the corner shop, returning with a can of baked beans, a bag of frozen fries and some beers.
Why is it that every time I have performed wonders of cooking ahead and stocking up at the store I am inevitably left with no energy to actually cook for that evening? In our case we often must resort to nachos or tuna sandwiches.

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