Hubby is working tonight, as he has been many nights. Which means dinner is on my own. Not a problem, as I am perfectly capable of preparing and serving myself a meal.
Tonight's meal: an omelet, which is how I describe eggs with things scrambled in them. Eaten from a bowl. With a piece of peanut butter toast.
Last night: random leftovers scrambled together -- potatoes, beans, cheese, onions, etc.
The food of a single girl. At least I know I still got it.