Wait...we can't order pizza??

Man and I went on a date last night. I will say that the thing I miss most about the early days of our marriage (other than being paid for the work I do) is going out with my husband. And going to the movies. It was a pretty low-key evening--just met close friends out for dinner and drinks and headed home.

And I had a Cupcake Martini at KellyKakes in downtown Roswell that had me practically licking the glass...but that's a different post for a different blog.

I'm getting to the point now, I promise...

At 4:30, with our sitter coming at 5:30 and me not even in the shower yet, it dawned on me that we had to feed our children and ordering a pizza was no longer an option. By the time I showered and got myself as pretty as I was going to look, I had to haul some serious booty to get the boys fed. I hadn't gone to the farmer's market yesterday morning, I hadn't run to the store. I had some lentils, cherries, rice noodles and Johnsonville Italian Sausage. And some fresh basil from my garden.

They got it all. Okay, yes, the sausage wasn't the best call, but Monster is already entirely too thin and I really don't need Child Services on my doorstep because he's losing weight.

All in all, it was far from my greatest culinary effort. I didn't even taste it beforehand because we were REALLY LATE. In fact, judging from the uneaten portions, I'd say they pretty much hated it. All I can say is "boys, I'm trying." I have no clue what I'm doing here and I'm being forced to rethink pretty much everything about how I cook.