Did you ever have one of those days where you look into the fridge or the cabinets and think "I don't want to eat any of this stuff?" Well, sure you have....it's the sort of feeling that signals it's time to go grocery shopping. My fiance and I go grocery shopping twice a month and spend about thirty dollars a trip. You may marvel at how we do this. So I will tell you our secret.
We live off of bread, hamburger helper, cereal, and tomato soup.
This really doesn't make for exotic eating. Every once in awhile we will have spaghetti (which is like touching the face of god, because my spaghetti rocks the box....did I mention I'm modest today?), but even less often then we have hamburger helper (which we have maybe once every two weeks.)
Right now I am drinking a coke (we invited someone over and they didn't want to drink milk), whilst I eat cheddar easy cheese on club crackers. I got these exotic foods yesterday. We ran out of milk (I was sick of raisin bran and cinnimmon Life anyway) so I bade Eric to walk with me into the dark to that I could purchase processed cheese in a can.
Through deductive reasoning and that last paragraph you probably concluded that I live next door to a grocery store, and thus have no excuse for my sad eating habits....this is perfectly accurate. I just seldom feel motivated to cook. Unless I have company. There is only one person who will come to our apartment and allow me to cook for him. That is Eric's friend, Lee. Lee will visit to do homework with Eric about once every two weeks. When he does, I will feed him, and he is very happy. (Lee lives in a dorm and is riddiculously excited when grilled cheese is mentioned, for I fear he doesn't eat since he left his home and mother who cooks.)
To make a long, pointless article short.....I need company. BAD. I may get scurvy soon if I don't cook for someone.
