usually i’ll hit up a grocery store nearby and put together something that will take me more time to make than eat.
oh, and i always make way too much food,
but leftovers are a guy’s best friend.
tonight, though, there won’t be any cooking in this house.
instead i’m headed out to the airport to pick up monica, a cousin in from new york.
not sure why she’s in town, but what i do know is that it’s a damn good excuse to go out to dinner.
i invited the parents, and we’ll meet up out in the suburbs for some italian food and red wine.