Food for Thought...

So for the record, this was not an absolutely terrible day. We had our moments of hell, but in the end it was not unmanagable. I guess babies can wake up on the wrong side of the crib...

Dinner was fabulous - or maybe I was just hungry. I stand firm that it was fabulous though. I fired up the grill for the third time since Rich has been away. Obviously, that is his duty...not because he is a man, but because I am scared.

Oh, I guess I should feel you in. Eleven years ago, I had a grill emit its combustable force in my face. Picture this: A hot summer day in Virginia, I was home alone, feeling domestic. Pork chops had been thawing, and I thought I would get a start on dinner before the parents came home. Being 15, I had never lit the grill before, but that did not stop me. Instead, the grill stopped me. I lost my bangs, my eyebrows, my eyelashes and half of the hair on my right arm and looked as though my face had a bad sunburn. Food for thought: DO NOT put your head near the grill to see why it didn't light. I didn't cook that night.

Anyhow, I was proud that I have finally gotten over my fear. The end result gave me delicious turkey burgers three days ago. I finished those off, so I was forced to cook again -- this time BBQ chicken. I feel almost guilty that I am eating so well. Okay, so not really.