I was supposed to make soup.
My husband has been flu-like sick the past few days, and today was the first weekend he could just rest it out in hopes that the virus goes away soon. Saturdays are also our market day, but we chose not to go today so he can Netflix away in his pajamas all day.
Our weekly grocery shopping is well-planned–meal plan, grocery lists and all that–which also means that I’m out of food. I wanted to make him a bowl of soup so I checked what was left in our pantry that I can put together. Continue reading “Ugly Crying Over My Induction Cooker”