The past few nights, I haven’t wanted to do anything but get takeout. The food that was left in my fridge was so random, I thought. What the hell could I do with it?
I could have just used another Pump coupon for dinner tonight, but I couldn’t move out of this apartment without cooking at least once more.
Veal pattie (someone asked the other night—yes, they are pre-packaged: Omaha Steaks), kale, carrot and brown rice. It was pretty underwhelming, but it filled me up after a quick workout.
(I don’t know if this counts as cooking. Let’s call it “using my kitchen.”)
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