Fortunately, I am no longer eating frozen shit at midnight. For a while when we were taking overnight shifts watching Addie, I was.
I’d wander downstairs bleary-eyed and heat something up. If I couldn’t heat it up in a microwave I wouldn’t buy it.
Heck, I just turned on my oven for the first time last week. I made a Brewpub pizza after she went to bed and it was delightful. I almost forgot what molten hot cheese felt and tasted like.
I’m still not cooking much, but I’m cooking a little. On Sundays, we’ll tag team watching Addie and grill a bunch of stuff.
Otherwise it’s delivery, takeout, bags of those hardboiled eggs for survival, and, well. . .frozen stuff.