This post is not sponsored or solicited. We paid for our own meals.
I love cooking and I often miss it, but working full-time and having a baby leaves us with limited time.
Especially during the work week – we want to spend time with the baby before bed and prep for the next day. I’m fine saving any cooking for the weekend.
We decided to try some meal delivery services. The first one I found was Origins Meals. Their focus is scratch-made, healthy, gluten-free meals that you can order in different quantities. They also claim to source grass-fed beef, free range turkey and antibiotic free chicken and wild caught salmon (didn’t see any fish options during the weeks we ordered).
In the latest installment of taste-testing intriguing frozen things, I try two Birds Eye appetizers: Cheddar Broccoli Bake and Buffalo Cauliflower Wings.
Each cost around $4 at Target.
For these taste tests I don’t care if the food is healthy or trendy or beautiful. I care about the ultimate question. . . but is it good?
It feels like a million years ago since I commuted to downtown Minneapolis every day for work.
In a prior job, we operated a service center so we rarely attended meetings or had team bonding events. We were so eager to catch our buses after work that we never had happy hours, either.
Our department launched an effort right before the pandemic banning anyone to work from home. For any reason. Even if you had a medical appointment in the middle of the day – you still had to come back to the office. Many buses didn’t run mid-day and parking ramps jacked up prices after their early-bird specials. Once I paid $35 to park for the last few hours.
And just like that, it’s 2022.
During this pocket of precious time while the baby naps, I want to take this moment to vent about And Just Like That.
It’s terrible. It’s horrible. It’s like a tedious writer’s exercise in fake progressive box-checking. And, yet I can’t stop watching. I even look forward to watching it each weekend. Even though I hate it.
It’s been a month of things and transitions.
We survived baby’s first respiratory thing. “First baby, first cough!” I kept saying each time I called the nurse line.
Thanksgiving. First snow. Christmas shopping.
I start a new job this week. I’ve been composing a Taylor Swift breakup album, but for your previous employer album in my head for the past two weeks.
A little nerve-wracking, but also exciting and hopeful. I’m ready!
Every Friday night we order delivery.