How do I know my Mom would approve?
Because before I started, I emptied the dishwasher; and it is full again. This is how my Mom cooked. The difference is, there is a goodly chance that my meal will be kind of yummy.
Cheese ravioli with lean ground beef, diced tomatoes and tomato soup, onion, garlic, oregano, basil – topped with shredded mozzarella.
I repeat – yum.
It better be fucking yum because my back is now killing me. Emptying the dishwasher, cooking dinner, and then refilling the dishwasher has made my back very unhappy. Add to that I went grocery shopping today, which often tweaks my back.
I’m hoping that since I iced my back (and fat old lady knee) this afternoon, that my back will be happy again tomorrow. Hope springs eternal.
Meanwhile, I can now sit in my comfy office chair, sip my iced beverage (don’t get excited – it’s water and flavoring – I don’t even do soda at home anymore), and see what’s going on in the world.
Ah, freedom – at least for another 20 minutes