I sent The Hubs to Costco for me last week, with a list. I should have proofread the list because when he came home with two bags of mixed peppers, three boxes of tomatoes, and two HUGE bags of cut vegetables I died a little inside. God bless the man for his patience. He didn't even say anything.
So now I have all these extra vegetables, like enough for an army of starving vegans. (They always look so hungry!)
This morning I was in a particularly great mood (THANK YOU WHOLE 30) so while I graded the last of my Don Quixote essays I started cooking. I roasted half the broccoli and made a chopped broccoli salad with the other half. I curried all the cauliflower. I peeled all three boxes of tomatoes for tomato soup.
Did you hear me?
I PEELED THREE GOD DAMN BOXES OF TOMATOES.
I made two packs of perfect bacon. Perfect. I roasted three whole sweet potatoes.
Hey wait a minute.
Bacon. Tomato soup.
Guess what I had for lunch?
Like, half of it.
I was hungry. And it was delicious.
So thanks Babe. Thanks for humoring your scatterbrained wife who sends you to Costco with a shopping list meant for Sprouts. You're the man, man. (There's a little soup with bacon left for you at home honey. And I mean a little!)