Menu Medlum

I keep thinking that I’m ready to go home because I’d like to feel like cooking. We didn’t have breakfast this morning until 9:00 a.m. because I just couldn’t figure out what to make and then when I did finally decide it took time to make it. Then we weren’t really ready to eat lunch at the right time and luckily I have figured out what to do for dinner (which I’ll need to go work on here in a bit) but I’m just so tired of it all. As I was thinking about this I realized that going home (where is that exactly?) wouldn’t really be any better because I was doing the same thing in Alaska. I can vividly remember pacing around my yellow and green painted kitchen with my nice breakfast bar (why are they called that?) trying to figure out what to make for dinner. Of course, I would have to walk out of my kitchen to look in the pantry, and then go downstairs to the laundry room where we stored all the canned goods, and then go to the school room which had a closet full of other stuff. Maybe something would come to my mind and I’d grab the ingredients and head back to the kitchen to make the meal. Right now, half the problem is that I don’t have all the ingredients I would like to have. Oh well. We are eating and surviving and having fun too!