I don't know...

...how it happened. 

I wanted to make a meal.  I've been sick with a cold/flu for almost a week, and have just sent Ryan 'out' to get stuff for the kids and him to eat for days.  I've been content with fruitloops (he bought me another box without me asking - such a sweetheart).  Not only am I sick of my snotty nose, my sneezing and muscles 'you-know-where' that can't handle coughing ans sneezing, and fevers and chills, I am sick of paying for unhealthy food.  So back to the story, I wanted to make a meal.  A healthy meal.

I decided this morning to make Au Gratin Potatoes; aka, funeral potatoes.  How hard is that?  Seriously.  I've made them before, but because Ryan somehow dislikes cheesy, buttery, oniony, crispy potatoes and ham, I don't make them very often.  I thought I'd actually follow a recipe instead of throwing it together as usual, and it was quite the experience for us all. 

Needless to say, we had curdled cheese with ham and mushy-yet-undercooked potato SOUP.  I failed.  Miserably.  And I don't even feel good enough to go clean it up (granted, I earned a gold star by cleaning up the 'fixin' mess, I just haven't cleared the table from lunch).

These are the days I wish I had dogs, chickens, and starving children to feed, because there is a 9x13 pyrex dish full of perfectly fine food (well, it was fine an hour ago...don't even get me started on bacteria) sitting on my kitchen table; complete with almost a pound of shredded cheese and 4 cups of milk, not to mention almost a full cube of butter and 6 potatoes and other trivial baking goods.  What a waste.  Of time, of effort, of money, of food. Please pretend you don't know that I'm a home ec. major. 

I don't know.  Maybe Pizza Hut or Cafe Rio sounds pretty good for dinner tonight.  And tomorrow for Valentine's Day lunch?  You got it:  Cheese Sandwiches and Cherry Cream Pie.  After all, that's what Tanner wanted for lunch today.