Sometimes I don't have time to cook. (Maybe if I didn't write or blog, it would be a different story.) On those days, I cheat. I pull out some kind of frozen food and heat it up. Today, I pulled out a mini pot roast. It was a boil-in-the-bag variety. (Yeah, I know - kind of weird, but it works when I'm in a pinch.)
I plopped those things into a pot of boiling water and continued writing. My daughter came along and peeked in the pot. "Mom!" she said. "You're boiling plastic bags!"
"Yep. Only the best at this restaurant!" I replied.
She made a face. "I'm sick of this dumpster diet of yours."
"Dumpster diet? What do you mean? This is good food!"
"Mom, I can crawl into a dumpster and find this stuff."
"Oh good," I said. "Then you can go crawl into a dumpster to get your dinner, and I won't even have to boil water!"