This time of isolation has opened up my kitchen to all sorts of new things – like actual meals made from scratch. I started posting these delicacies on Facebook and my sister tells me I should open a restaurant once this is over with. Another person asked if I offered curbside service. I found it interesting that the spaghetti and meatballs won first place in Likes. That one was created by my husband. He’s such a show off.
There is one problem with all this. I’m certain to gain back all 23 pounds I lost at the end of last year. It seems so long ago, doesn’t it? I mean, we’re only in the beginning months of 2020 and it seems an eternity. I consider myself a homebody, but this is getting ridiculous. I can’t imagine what it will be like in a couple months.
I’m growing my own fingernails. My hair is also growing. The stuff on top of my head as well as my chin.
I have been staying up later at night watching old “Murder She Wrote,” episodes and sleeping longer in the morning. I used to rise with the sun, but now the sun is rising much sooner.
I don’t have to really worry about getting dressed or putting on makeup. I seem to have a weird looking stare upon my face these days.
This week I began teaching some drama classes online to K-5th graders. For that I do need to put on a better face, but I still can wear sweat pants. Don’t want to scare those little ones off.
Some of our meals turn out to be failures.
But the preparation is quite creative.
We try to eat healthy, but the way it looks, we could both have heart attacks before this is all over.
And so it’s back into the fray. Today I’m going to tackle some deep cleaning. It’s raining outside and the perfect excuse to get something productive done. Nah! Maybe tomorrow.
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The meals look yummy! It isn’t easy coming up with 3 meals a day, 7 days a week. I’ve come to love leftovers. 🙂
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We have leftovers more often now, because I still cook way too much for just two of us.
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We have a lunch meal delivered from the Senior Center. It is our social event of the day. Which of us gets to open the door! 😀
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Lol❤️
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I think we call it fat and sassy — I’m growing into both—or more like a fat slug— I’ve not had a ball cap off my head in three weeks 😱
Come cook here!!!
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Paul and I are thinking of doing an online cooking show when all is said and done. By then we’ll both weigh 300 lbs and wonder fit on the screen.
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🤗😂🤣
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Your food prep reminded me of something a long time ago. And I am forced not to forget it.
Being 11 years younger than my sister, my brother-in-law has carried the “blackmail” beyond my parents when he reminds me of when I fixed the salads, like you have in the photos above, and I was making each salad look like people’s faces and such, and getting a little too carried away, but what else does a 10-11 year old do, other than take a joke a bit too far…
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Yes but how does that work for a couple in their late 70s. We’re just a little weird that’s all.
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An artistic.
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