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22:365 – The Miracle of Dinner

Most nights Eric’s dad, who works from home, takes charge of dinner. Lately he has been traveling a lot for work and when he’s out of town Eric, Eric’s mom and I are left to fend for ourselves. On these occasions Eric, who has Mondays off, will put on his Awkward Chef’s jacket and do the shopping for and preparing of the nightly meal.

It’s pretty much an all-consuming task.

Eric started asking me yesterday what I wanted for dinner tonight. I was basically like, “Umm.. something yummy?” His mom and I had the day off today (Heck yeah, Columbus day!) so the three of us went grocery shopping this afternoon (an outing which is worth its own blog post, but I digress), trying to decide on something tasty for tonight. Unfortunately we had committed the cardinal sin of grocery shopping and eaten beforehand, which meant none of us were hungry and none of us knew what to get. I swear to God we spent 8 solid hours wandering the grocery store shooting down each other’s suggestions. We just had burgers. Didn’t feel like steak. We have pork chops all the time. I don’t want soup. Will somebody just decide? What about breakfast for dinner. Pizza? Nahhhh.

Nothing. Sounded. Good.

It was eventually… finally, sweet Jesus, finally… decided that we would have a chicken dish… but what kind of chicken dish? 10 nah’s, no’s, and nasty!’s later Eric suggested chicken and rice, and so it was that chicken and rice and two cans of cream of celery were purchased. Thus begins the cooking.

Now when I say Eric is the Awkward Chef…. That’s really all that can be said. He generally has a pretty vague idea of what he’s doing, and it’s mostly based on the thought process of “Well, I like this and I like that so maybe if I cook this in that it will be awesome!” The pot with the chicken boiled over and made a huge mess. There was too much water in the rice. We had no idea how long the chicken needed to cook. I was pretty sure the cream of celery was burning onto the cookware. The corn got cold waiting for the rest of the food to be done.

And in the end, it was delicious.

24 hours worth of stress, drama, and preparation for a few moments of zen and tasty food. It sounds cheesy, but I am genuinely grateful for every minute of it. These are the times that we’ll remember years down the road, laughing with each other about how much effort it took to make a simple dinner, and appreciating how worth it it was in the end. Actually, it will probably still be a ton of effort for a simple dinner, and I hope we will still remember to appreciate it all.

Now if you will excuse me, my personal chef made dessert as well. Banana pudding. Yummmm…

Today’s Reading: Sometimes You Get Lucky – Fall Reflections in New England :: The Warped Prism — This is what I grew up seeing. I am homesick.


14:365 – Dammit.

I forgot to post yesterday! Legitimately forgot, for the record. I thought my first missed day (because there was bound to be one) would be due to my over the top laziness but I’ve been strong enough to overcome myself the last two weeks. So it was because I forgot.

To be fair, I really didn’t have time! On my way to work by 7, home for 4:30, then showered and packed and on the road again for a weekend trip to Abilene by 6. After my 3+ hour drive, all I could think about was dinner and a comfy bed.


But now I’m in Abilene. In a hotel. With nothing to do.


My boyfriend works in the fast paced and ever changing field of mall security. While the rest of us might like to make fun of mall cops, or “faux-po” as I like to call them, they take their jobs very seriously. There’s a lot more drama involved than you would ever really imagine. This particular mall in Abilene is currently without a Director of Security for one reason or another so they’ve had to bring in outside forces. The Boy’s boss just spent a week and a half out here as the “Acting Director,” and they’ve sent the Boy… ok, Eric, his name is Eric… to relieve him.

So what am I doing here? I don’t really know. Eric is gone a lot for different reasons and I tend to miss him when he’s gone so… okay, okay, I’m needy and I hate to be alone. So when he goes places, I go with him. When he went to Houston for a weekend a few weeks after we met, I went with him. When he went to San Antonio the next montly, I went with him. When he goes to Drill for the National Guard…. I go with him.

I wouldn’t go if he didn’t want me to though. So he’s needy too.

What ends up happening is I sit in the hotel room and claw at the walls, counting the minutes until he gets back. Then when he finally does, he’s sweaty and tired and just wants a nap. So then I pout while he snoozes.

But I have gotten to see Houston and San Antonio because of it, as well as a couple of other places I probably wouldn’t have gone for any particular reason. Like Abilene. And tomorrow we’re going to go to the Abilene Zoo! Word is they let you feed the giraffes.


Pics tomorrow, and another post later.

Today’s reading (#1): The Hidden Boyfriend :: How I Waste Time – I don’t know what the point is, but it has songs! I also like the name of the blog… people are so cool.

2:365 – Lovely Sunday

Quick post today. My boy wants quality Sunday night time and I am neglecting him for the laptop. Not being a techie, geek, blogger, or supporter of any of those he is unamused and less than empathetic.

To which I say… Deal.

Sundays are our one day together. Until very recently, he worked mostly nights and weekends and I’m a nine-to-fiver so the time we spent together was any few minutes we could snag between coming and going. About a month ago he received an opportunity to change his schedule, so we get Monday through Thursday nights together and all of Sunday. Sunday’s are good days, especially now that football (and, consequently, fantasy football) has started. To say my boy like sports is similar to saying Lindsay Lohan likes a drink. I cannot stomach the one-thousand game baseball season but football, with it’s 16-games-per-team-per-season, is much more my style. The uniforms! The crowds! The excitement! Be still my heart!

Anyway, I’ll leave it here before I get dumped. Journey continues tomorrow.

Today’s reading: If Punching People in the Face Made Them Less Stupid, I would Be a Strong Advocate for Violence :: Oh, Thank God…