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I like food...I'll always be a fat girl at heart.
and NO. nothing against the large people. I've lost 158 pounds if that tells you anything
...that wasn't a typo either. one hundred and fifty-eight pounds

I {typically} enjoy cooking. I don't typically enjoy the husband's cooking (sorry dear), so if we're eating at home then about 99.9% of the time it's me doing the cooking {awesomely enough it's 99.9% of the time that he does the dishes though!}.

I've had a few blah days. Can't snap out of the funk kind of days. Scrub the bathroom with bleach as therapy kind of days (hey, it did need it at least). Then with the hubs working duty nights so much it's just caused a kink in our typical everyday kind of flow around here.

On a usual day we go back and forth about dinner.
-What do you want for dinner?
-I don't know I decided last night.
-No you didn't.
-Well you decide.
-I don't want to.
-I don't want to either.
-Ok, at least give me what type of meat to cook.
etc, etc, etc....you get the drift

He took L1 to a birthday party and we were texting. I started in asking what he wanted. Amazingly he had some suggestions. However, we didn't have all of the ingredients for any of the suggestions. Still in my funk I decided fine, we'll just eat left overs. I don't want to cook and sure as heck wasn't going to eat the 7,264 spices he's put in whatever he made.

Then I decided that I needed to cook. We needed a good meal. Something to sit down at the table and eat. Plus I'd been wanting cookies...but we didn't have enough butter. Since I was being lazy in the getting dressed department today, I asked the hubs to run to the store for a few things we'd need for dinner.

Today's post is in honor of my sis*, she has a food blog--The Fab Foodist--where instead of posting a photo a day of whatever she's doing a photo a day of food she's made.

Dinner is served.

Twice baked cheesy potatoes

NY Strip steak

Green beans 

I've always been a steak and potatoes type of gal.

It was delicious if I do say so myself.

I think testimony to that is also the fact the boys ate everything on their plate,

even the green beans,

without uttering a grumble or word of complaint.

{Ok, fine. Maybe Logan protested slightly about eating all 

8 green beans on his plate. But he did it eventually)

Remember those cookies I wanted?

Well, I didn't exactly make them.

Yesterday I had picked up a bag of Valentine's Day M&Ms.

Today I stumbled upon a blondie recipe on Pinterest using them.

So this is what I made instead.

The boys enjoyed a bar and a glass of milk before bed.

~Warm fuzzy feeling of the day brought to you by Logan, 

                       "Mommy, I'm so glad we have Keighan. He's my best friend!"

Now if only I could get L1 and L2 to realize that about each other too! When I was grilling the steaks they were running around outside, insisting they saw some ghosts, and I had to laugh and say something to them about being best friends and not even realizing it. Some day I'm sure they will! 

*If you're scratching your head, no I don't have a sister in the sense of sharing a mother and/or father. Nor of the sorority variety. She's been one of my best friends since 11th grade when I started working at the airport and she worked there as well. For close to 10 years now she's been living in Alaska and it's been since New Years Eve 2004 that we've even seen each other. But we've always referred to each other as sis/thissy/etc. The type of friendship where you don't have to see each other or even talk constantly to pick up right where you left off.