When it comes to cooking I’m a late bloomer. If I lived by myself — no husband, no child — that blooming would likely never have happened. One of the things I’m laziest about is eating — not the act of, but the preparation. So lazy am I that even fast food is effort. I’m a grabber, and proximity is important. I will eat chips, plain tortillas, a cookie and call it done, fueled by just enough processed garbage to make my stomach stop growling.
Read MoreToday is National Macaroni Day, but in my world really every day is macaroni day. Even if when it’s not in my belly, it’s in my mind (and my heart?).
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