When Left To My Own Dinner Devices

A. took Cubby and Charlie camping for the night. They were very excited. So was I. Because with the three of them gone camping and the MiL away on a trip, I was left with no one but myself to feed.

Well, myself and Jack, but his idea of a balanced meal is pureed beets and yogurt, so I wasn't too worried about him.

I got some potatoes at the farmers' market this morning and I had great plans to cook some potatoes with cheese and maybe Swiss chard. Oh, and we have some leftover beets! How balanced! How healthy!

Yeah, who am I kidding? You know what I had for dinner?

Chips, dip, and gin. Hey, at least the dip was homemade.

I didn't even eat it at the table. And my dining companion was not required to wear pants.

He practiced his dry-land swimming while I ate.

I did manage to cook one of the potatoes, which I mashed and fed to Jack. So at least one of us ate reasonably well.

He approves of potatoes.

Based on my dietary choices when left alone, it's a good thing this happens about once a year.