I’ve spent the last hour trying to think of something that A) is vegetarian, B) easy to make for a cooking moron, and C) is something that the girls would actually eat–and I am still sitting here. We’ve already had pasta for most of this week. Note to self: look up some cooking classes.

“Cooking” is an extremely complicated concept around here anyway, even if we didn’t have the world’s pickiest eaters. There’s my stupid IC diet to consider (technically, I am not supposed to eat anything but bread and water), the lack of meat as an ingredient possibility, and a little lactose intolerance (meaning cheese is mostly okay but straight cow milk is not). Then throw in two picky eaters who won’t eat anything but pizza and a sleep-deprived mom who never learned to cook and you have a real bad vibe coming on every day at 5pm around here. This situation is exactly what I dreaded when the twins moved on to table food. I know it probably seems absolutely astounding that a female could be so completely lacking in cooking skill, but here I am, I exist. I can boil water for pasta–that is the extent of my cooking skills. I was always more interested in fucking around on the computer than being in the kitchen. That’s why I know what dual-channel RAM is but don’t have a clue as to how to make deviled eggs.*

Bruce is coming home in two days. He doesn’t cook much either, but he usually has more energy and creativity than I do. That makes up for a lot.

Anyhoo, if you’re a soccer nut (or have a husband who is, like I do), you might be interested in Microsloth’s little Scoreboard widget. I’ve already installed it on his computer here as a little surprise.

* Have I mentioned I took auto shop instead of cooking classes in high school?