you hear people say that they remember their first apartment/house with their mate. usually they talk about how difficult it was for them then, how the "barely made it." it is usually only in retrospect that people fondly talk about being young, being poor. i have to admit, i love this little apartment, these meals we are throwing together from the few groceries we have. yes, sometimes we have had cereal for dinner, but it really was more because it was late rather than we couldn't come up with something more extravagant. we laugh sometimes as we are eating a fresh tomatoes/spinach/whole wheat pasta bake for lunch, "we are poor?" i write this as our dinner is in the oven--another cool thing about our "little" house, the smell of dinner fills the entire house!
tonight's menu: "chicken" parm sandwiches
toasted honey wheat english muffins (thanks aunt susan for that really thoughtful package!)
morning star meatless chick patties
a layer of pasta sauce
a slice of melted colby jack cheese
a second layer of pasta sauce
light sprinkling of garlic powder, basil, and parsley
topped with grated parmesan
1 comment:
It is true what they say, love really does grow best in little houses!!
Post a Comment