elanya

My sister made crock pot butter chicken for dinner on Friday. There were leftovers.

On Sunday, I put some in a container to take and eat for lunch on Monday, and the rest in another container to freeze and take for lunch on Tuesday.

On Tuesday, I grabbed a container out of the fridge that was the same type I had put in. It turned out to be chili.

My sister made chili for dinner last night, as had been ordained in the meal plan, so I knew it wa coming.. I cursed my luck (and my lunch), sucked it up, and had chili for two meals in a row.

This morning, I found the other container, looked to see that it was about the right colour, and had been in the right place, and put it in my bag to take for lunch.

It was chili! From a different batch - one my BiL had made where he'd interpreted 'not very spicy' to mean 'containing very few spices at all that had been subsequently doctored to be more edible. I didn't even know we *had* three of that kind of container! I very nearly ran off in search of other food, and would have if I had a longer lunch. I get half and hour and take 20 min most days so I can leave 10 min early and catch a less stupid bus.

Dinner tonight was meant to be chili again. I scavenged and found some other leftovers.

I checked the freezer and found the butter chicken (dear god I hope), and I will eat it for lunch tomorrow or I will cry.

[I keep meaning to make long lie updates, and keep not having time or motivation, so i will try and post something - anything - when I can]