
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.
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.
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