Yesterday I spent the morning cooking food for a BF and her family who are mourning a loss. It was my first serious attempt making gluten-free food so it was a bit stressful. After delivering the food, the last thing I wanted to do was spend even more time in the kitchen making dinner.
Normally I would have lots of cooked food in the fridge for days like this. Well I had the wonderful brainstorm to cook a turkey this week to help save on the groceries. I planned to cook the turkey yesterday, but the sucker is still frozen after 4 days.
So while I was on the way home, I called the hubby and we decided on pizza for dinner. Now a funny thing happened on my way home. I felt compelled to make a pit stop at Trader Joe’s grocery store. I would like to say that I got a salad or some veggie dish to make sure I would only have 2 slices of pizza. I would like to say that, but that would be lying.
I got a blueberry pie.
And whole milk.
Not one of my finer moments. But no use beating myself up. What’s done is done and I won’t do it again (at least not for a while).