Change of Plans

Hey, A.

Wanted to let you know that I will still be around tomorrow night, but I may not be making meatballs....

As much as spaghetti and meatballs would be an easy meal to make Saturday night--and I know W had me in mind when he suggested it --it would only be easy if I make the meatballs in advance. Which means my Wednesday, or another night this week, won't be easy. If I had meatballs in the freezer, which wouldn't be unlike me, that would be great, but I don't. So maybe next time I feel the need to nest and spend a day in the kitchen I will make meatballs, and freeze them, so that one weekend night W and I can sit down to spaghetti and meatballs in homemade sauce. But it's not happening this weekend. I honored myself and said to W, I know you were trying to come up with an easy dinner option for us, but honestly, the easiest option would be going out for steak. Spaghetti and meatballs would be a great idea if I had them on hand, but I don't.

Seriously, Amanda. By the time I buy what I need, because of course no one has ground beef on sale this week, and I'll get the expensive parmigiano and fresh herbs, I'd spend as much as two dinners will cost at my favorite steak joint. And that doesn't even figure in the time I'd spend making them.

Now that I have it in my head I'll probably make them tomorrow night anyway, or sometime soon...but I think it was important for me to say Honey, it may be 10 minutes on Saturday, but it's a whole night this week...and the ingredients don't magically appear in my fridge. I shop for them, I pay for them, and I cook them. And as much as I love cooking, I also love going out, and this weekend I want someone else to do the cooking. And the dishes.

So there.