It seemed like a simple
proposition: Make four dinners a week
for a widower who lives up the street. No problem. I love to cook, an he is
also vegetarian, so this should be fun! And my children will get “real” dinners more than once
or twice a week (not that nachos and tomato soup aren’t real dinners…). I plan the entrées, do the shopping, and
deliver them Monday through Thursday.
Oh, and maybe pick up a few things he may need from the store. Well, and let out the two schnauzers around
mid-day. And tidy up the house a
bit. That’s it.
Sure, ok…I got this.
And that is how this all started.
