My lung-crud is clearing out and codeine cough syrup is a revelation; times are good.
I'm feeling all up and at 'em, ambitious and on the mend. So today I set out to make my two-week menu as I do when I'm on my very best behavior.
It starts out with all kinds of glorious ideas:
Chicken with Tomatillo Salsa and Cheddar Bread
Lemon-Garlic Chicken and Alfredo Pasta
Chopped Ham & Bowtie Pasta Salad
Shredded Beef Sandwiches
and then I get a little tired and it looks like this:
and then you can see when I give up, because it looks like this:
I just make sure when friends call that I only talk about the almond-crusted tilapia with cranberry walnut salad smothered in mango reduction something or other.....I magically forget that we had cereal the other night for dinner. Or butter and bread and crackers and canned peaches. (That's the "something" on my list. "Something" means scrounge....)
I really don't like meal planning. I just want it right there in my lap with a pre-made list. Is that too much to ask?