Seriously . . . Who has time to cook?

Or write, for that matter. I really want to sit here and get this up and running. I had some great photos I wanted to post. But my flash drive is sitting at home on the counter. I post from work - my only real free time. Gotta love my job. As long as I get the work done in my inbox, I have the freedom to do as I wish on the computer. Thanks, H!

I want to cook. But yesterday was my father-in-law's 76th birthday. So, at 12:30 yesterday afternoon, I found out we were goingto his sister's house for dinner - KFC and pizza with a supermarket cake. Don't get me wrong - I love all that, but I really wasn't in the mood for it. I don't really like my in-laws, and the feeling is mutual. We tolerate each other. My children, A & J, love them and I think it's very important for them to spend time with their grandparents while they can.

I was tired, having met everyone there right after work, without a chance to go home and get cleaned up. The City of Cleveland shut off the water to our building yesterday at about5 p.m. so there wasn't even any water to wash my face with or brush my teeth before I left. I was cranky. Blah blah blah. Hubby, even though I asked him to buy Grandpa a present to give him from the boys - you know, "world's greatest grandpa" mug or something - didn't come through for me and only showed up with a card. I felt like I was the one who didn't come through. I didn't have anything to give to the the hostess. It was just a bad situation.

The night before last, Hubby cooked dinner -- what was it? I remember refrigerated dinner rolls -- oh, that's right. A spinach salad with lightly grilled zucchini. Interesting. And because he made (baked) dinner rolls, I could hardly justify making my Crescent Rolls Filled With Bittersweet Chocolate. I love bread, but that's just a little too much. I just wish he would listen to me. I told him I really wanted to make the Crescents. He claims to have forgotten. Again.

So today, I'm not sure what's for dinner. Lunch is leftover roasted chicken from a recipe in the latest issue of Gourmet (I think) called "Roasted Chicken with 40 Cloves of Garlic". I'm slicing up the meat and reheating it with some of the pan juices and roasted cloves of garlic. Then toasting a roll and smearing the roasted garlic over it, layering the chicken on it and then melting Muenster Cheese over all. Should be interesting.

I know this entry is pretty lame. Hey - I know. You didn't come here to hear me bitch and moan. I will get to the nitty gritty as promised -- soon.