Food Woes
So KJ has moved in so we can save money to get married. I am in this "penny pinching" phase which is really good, sort of. Tuesday night I went to reheat some Thanksgiving food. Kevin wouldn't eat it because it was "5 days old." He would probably have eaten it if it was 5 days old delivered pizza, but whatever.

I don't have a microwave. When I kicked my brother out for... well, everything... he took his with him. So heating something up is a challenge.

This sort of angers me. I know I should be confident enough to know how to stick homemade mashed potatoes in a pan and heat it up. I don't know know why I got scared. I thought it would taste different from before. In the end I added a bit of milk and it came out very nice. I pan fried the ham.

My generation and the ones after me need to learn about stupid little things like that.