Last night, I came home to cook up that beautiful, plump, organic, green head of broccoli I got at the farm and as I was cutting into it, noticed a little movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a beautiful, plump, organic, green caterpillar, just waking up from its refrigerated slumber. I gave a slight shriek and continued to cut up broccoli. When I noticed the second caterpillar, I gave up, got the whole mess into the compost bag, and started over again. Ick ick ick ick ick. I thought I was pretty brave after the first one, but the second one sent me over the edge.
Plan B. I cut up a bowlful of kale, chard, and some other weird green and microwaved it along with some minced garlic. Then I tossed it with cilantro pesto and whole wheat pasta and served it with Romano cheese on top. Quite decent.
Tonight was far less eventful. Mr. P, who is *still* sick, kindly made rice. He also cut up some small squashes, covered them with olive oil, pepper, and salt, and roasted them. (Oh, and unlike a few nights ago, when he tried to help with dinner preparations and cut himself, he managed to escape unscathed tonight. We take signs of healing where we can get them.) When I got home, I tossed some frozen Costco spanekopita into the already-hot oven and relaxed for a bit. The pies, squash, and rice made for a rather nice and very easy dinner. First time ever that we were sitting down to eat 45 minutes after I left work.
Tomorrow will be another long and soul-sucking day, so we're definitely going out to eat. If Mr. P isn't up for the adventure, then we'll get take out. And that's that.
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