
I was tired of defrosting and reheating things. It was time to make a real dinner. But a dinner that required very little prep work and activity from me.
Watch me stretch a buck! Rather than feel sentenced to *having* to make dinner, I'm trying to figure out what I can do with what I have. And how to make cheap meats and frozen vegetables taste better.

I was tired of defrosting and reheating things. It was time to make a real dinner. But a dinner that required very little prep work and activity from me.

In August we stocked up the freezer. There just isn't enough variety in delivery, I wasn't sure anyone would feel like cooking, and I hate the, "Do they take credit cards?" question (because it's always no and then the next question is, "Do you want to go get cash?"

I didn't make dinner on the 10th. Or the 11th. Or the 12th. I went into labor on the 10th and delivered our baby boy six minutes past midnight. Yay for a long weekend in the hospital with other people bringing food to me.

Again, another meal I didn't document earlier in the summer, but did here. Probably just trying to assert that I was still in the kitchen every day, making dinner, even though I'm heading into the last days of my pregnancy and should be doing nothing but eating ice cream.

This is one of those meals I didn't bother to document earlier in the summer, but it just looks so darn colorful and cute here, right?