So, it ends up that if I have no one to cook for and no plans to go out I don’t eat dinner. That’s not good, is it? Wait, wait… does a bowl of Cafe Fanny granola, a few apricots, a slice or two of pecorino, and a 6-day-old chocolate-chipless chocolate chip cookie spread out over several hours count?
You know what I really ate? I ate up the quiet while my dashing husband took Ernie and a friend to “Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk” (Ernie likes to call things by their full and proper names) for the day. As all the moms know, that’s a satisfying meal.
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