As of late, I've been addicted. I went out to our friendly neighborhood Applebee's last nite, and instead of a regular "menu item", I ordered myself a side of veggies. They had wayyy too much hot pepper and I had them bring me a new plate, but that's irrelevent. Unless you care that I don't do spicy foods. If I had wanted it compleltely engulfed by pepper I could have accomplished that quite nicely with the pepper they had so kindly placed on our table.
And two days ago, I went grocery shopping. I somehow managed to spend forty dollars on cheese, frozen vegetables, and milk. I think that I'm missing the comforts of home. Every night at supper there were veggies. And we drank milk like I've discovered that most families devour (unfortunately) water. Milk is so much more healthy for you. And I suppose my parents were most fortunate in that all of their children enjoyed veggies. Except for lima beans. Ick.
