Words I Enjoy

Thrift.

Just the saying of it makes me feel virtuous! I have lately been attempting to plan the week's meals in an attempt to be Thrifty. This week has been moderately successful.

I say 'moderately' because, as previously mentioned, I forgot my lunch today. This means I now have a spare lunch, languishing in the fridge! I have decided that rather than eating it to escape detection as a slatternly forgetful-type person, as I previously planned to do, I will instead save it for tomorrow.

Conveniently, I have not yet assembled the salad that was to be tomorrow's lunch, and the lime-ginger chicken with coriander dressing I made on Tuesday night ended up being a bit delicious and also much more voluminous than the recipe suggested. So Ben can just eat the chicken leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Maybe I'll make him a sandwich, Lady GaGa style. I should point out that in all probability it will not be poisonous.

The more I think about it, the more I realise that this is a fantastic idea. I have already bought all salad ingredients but most will keep and I can repurpose the perishable veggies into panade!

Verily I say unto ye, I am the Goddess of Thrift!

I Left My Lunch At Home Today

I have only recently started to take my lunch to work.

So far, I have been pretty consistent about remembering it. So consistent that when Ben forgets his, I am smug and condescending. I nag him about remembering to bring it home the next day. Despite having only been married all of one month, I am clearly settling in quite comfortably to the role of PoliceWife/DomesticShrew.

Clearly, all bets are off now that I have forgotten mine.

In actual fact, what annoys me is not so much the fact that now have to get down off my high horse, but rather the fact that I didn't get to eat my pre-prepared lunch. And I was REALLY looking forward to it.

Obviously, I will never tell Ben about this. Instead I will try to get home before he does and hide my uneaten lunch.

Dagnabbit.