When I said in an earlier post “It’s my birthday”, I was actually overshooting it by 9 days. The big day is 3/22. I was mostly making reference to that thing from the early ’90s where you said — or, at least my brother Macaulay/Bill said — something about it’s your birthday, get stupid. He he he. Expect whiny birthday-related posts, BTW. I don’t know if I mind getting older (I mean, gee. Even children get older and I’m getting older, tooo….) but I don’t like this sneaking suspicion that the best years of my life really were those years where I lived with or near at least one of my future bridesmaids and we spent our time watching the Golden Girls and eating (ugh) spaghetti. Ooh, and Dawsons Creek.
Additionally, did I tell you all I’ve been cooking? Tonight I made the gourmet meal of Digiorno tortellini (that’s the stuff that looks like fortune cookies, right?) with Digiorno pesto. And lima beans. Yumm (for two adults, anyway. If I tried to feed this to a kid, child protective services would take him away). This morning I baked. Yeah- BAKED (From a mix) Cinnammon strusel muffins. And a few nights ago I made chicken using a recipe from the back of a can of Campbell’s soup. This week’s culinary misadventures are to include Manwiches, breakfast for dinner (possibly prepared by renowned Chef Gene), and chicken n’ biscuits (holdover from last week when we ate out instead).