I was a very bad hostess this weekend. Just Me came for a visit, and I didn't cook for her--not even once. I intended to, I really did. I had planned to make a potato pizza for lunch and had all the ingredients on hand. But after spending the morning cleaning the apartment, I was pretty tired. And by the time I made it over to the train station to pick her up, I was just way too hungry to fuss around peeling potatoes, waiting for them to cook, and then assembling a pizza. So I suggested picking up some Chinese food on the way home. She was OK with that, so that's what we did. I didn't even cook breakfast yesterday, and we ended up eating leftover Chinese food for lunch. I'm hanging my head in shame.
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