It has been raining for hours. My children are demanding food. In order to feed them, I need to hit the grocery store. But it’s raining so, no. You mothers understand that the idea of taking two children to the store in the rain for a full commissary run is about as likely as Sports Illustrated asking me to pose for the cover in my string bikini… chances are slim. So our culinary creativity blossoms. Tweedle-dee ate peanuts and dipped his finger in the Nutella jar. Tweedle-doh ate a ham sandwich, sans bread, and a full box of blueberries. You can imagine how excited they are for dinner.
Outrageously Ordinary 