Jim’s contract has ended and he’s been looking for work. And getting into my hair. I know he needs to go back to work when he starts criticizing my food.
Grilled cheese for lunch, again? Can we have hamburgers? Chicken for dinner? Can we have spaghetti and meatballs instead?
Yesterday I made pork chops (from the freezer) and, being frugal, looked up a recipe for banana bread to use up two remaining overripe bananas. I toasted a piece for breakfast and he ate half of it, proclaiming it “like a lead brick.” Sorry Mary Sue Milliken and Susan Feniger (I didn’t use the cinnamon either). I like it!
So, I’m trying to thin out the pantry and freezer in case we move to another city. The house is my domain! It’s not exciting but I have my routines, as does Zoe, and it doesn’t include second-guessing. Today he was telling me how to drive and how to park the car, which I’m perfectly capable of doing on my own. And he thought the dog’s bed in her crate, in our office, smelled so I had to take off the cover and wash it.
If you need a software architect, be in touch, please! Gotta get baked potatoes into the oven. He’s having a steak tonight, while I go vegetarian. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Sounds like he needs a “honey-do” jar with projects to keep him occupied! Keeping fingers crossed that he finds something soon.
Thanks, kiddo. He has an interview in Atlanta later this week.
The cheese was six-year old Vermont cheddar.