Is That for Pick Up or Delivery?
11:38 AMHershey and I are chronic offenders. If anything (and I mean ANYTHING) doesn't go our way in the course of our day, we order in.
It all started when I was pregnant. I lost my sense of taste, and everything made me nauseous. So I stopped wanting to cook. I distinctly remember one night early in my pregnancy when I was trying to cook a meal for us. I realized that nothing tasted right, and I put WAYYY too much garlic salt on my green beans. That was the breaking point. I stood in the kitchen, crying, holding my bamboo spatula, screaming, "I CAN'T EVEN COOOOOOOOK!!"
Now, if you know me at all, you know I love to cook. Cook, bake, you name it, I'm in the kitchen doing it. Therefore, this moment in my pregnancy was quite traumatic for me, and from that point on, we ordered in.
Fast forward to the birth of the little ladies. Since we spent 6 weeks running to and from the NICU, who had TIME to cook?! My mom, inlaws, and family members brought us tons and tons of food, and thank goodness for them! But whenever we didn't have food dropped off, we had it delivered. I mean, we are definitely putting some delivery guy's kid through college based on our delivery tips alone.
When I worked in Newark, I tried making us a weekly menu. I sat down on Sunday nights, and I typed up the menu for the week. Here's what it looked like:
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