I thought I might have cooked myself out last week. Ironically, it all started with me not wanting to cook at all on Monday. I was so lethargic--all I wanted to do was sit on the couch and read even though I needed to go shopping. Jeff picked up salmon on the way home from the dog park. I told Jeff if he cooked dinner, I'd cook for the rest of the week. He agreed.
I went food shopping Tuesday afternoon and got rotisserie chicken and took the easy way out. Dinner on Tuesday was chicken, stuffing mix and salad.
But I started real cooking the next day. By the end of the week, I made chicken sausage-black bean-potato-chicken broth pan fry; chicken soup; ground buffalo-white bean chili; ropa vieja.
One of the nice things about this kind of batch cooking is that I make enough food for at least two meals. But it's all gone now.
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