I have a problem.
Since returning from our super-long five-week vacation where my darling grandmother cooked us three hot meals a day, doing everything from setting the table to cooking to cleaning up afterwards, I have wanted only to eat foods of convenience.
What is a food of convenience?
Let me give you some examples.
The cookie dough sitting on the table.
The pan of brownies sitting on the table.
The chocolate bar chillin' on the counter.
Convenience.
Dinner set out on the table also counts and is definitely healthier, but I'm still fending for myself the majority of the day.
Maybe someone should set a big bowl of grapes on the table.
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