This will give you some indication of just how pathetically little it takes to excite me. Today I was thinking about our menu for the week (which we've followed to the letter so far), and how I hadn't bought any bell peppers for pizza noodles on Friday. I got three green ones for tonight's stuffed peppers, but hadn't bought any extras, and the colorful ones were too expensive for my end-of-the-pay-period grocery budget.
"No problem," I thought to myself (why yes, I do have conversations with myself about meal planning and preparation - doesn't everyone?), "I'll just open a jar of roasted red peppers." Problem is, if I open a jar of roasted red peppers without a plan to use up the rest of them, I might as well just throw them away because that's what will happen.
Cut to 5:30 p.m., making the stuffed peppers. By the way, thank goodness I had a meal plan and pepper filling in the freezer from last time, because I came home early sick yesterday and I really just wanted to make chicken strips and Tater Tots, but I didn't have any chicken strips. Most weeks, I'd just send my husband to Taco Bell.
Anyway, as I cut the tops of the peppers off, I thought about tossing them in the salad, but then I thought "aha! Bell pepper chunks! Pizza noodles! Problem solved!!!"
I love it when a plan comes together...
And yes, I give you permission to laugh at me now.