Brrr! 'Fifty-three degrees inside the house this morning. If I hadn't slept so well, I'd probably be under the covers still.
I had a brief glorious vision of making pancakes before Ryan left for class, but alas neither of us got up in time.
So, after he left, I flipped the broiler on and fed myself a toasted PBJ in front of the open oven. Mmm. Sometimes I forget how really wonderful things like peanut butter and jelly are.
Speaking of, I think I've forgotten how to cook.
When we began packing up for our departure from the bay condo--a few weeks before our move--we started eating out more. We were trying to clear out the fridge, and the dishes and whatnot were getting boxed up. So, as a matter of practicality, we ate a lot of take-out.
Moving into our new [rental] home, the trend continued. Volumetrically, our kitchen is quite spacious. But the counter space for food prep is quite limited. The dish drainer, coffee maker, and toaster oven take up about half the counter.
Complicating things a bit more is the fact that we don't have a dishwasher. It's not that I mind handwashing dishes, but I had previously taken for granted how much storage space a dishwasher offers. A dishwasher "stores" dirty dishes until you're ready to run a cycle, and it serves as an expansion of the dish drainer while clean stuff is drying. Without a dishwasher, even more counter space is required to stack dirty dishes and dry clean ones.
And a microwave? We don't have one and, while I occasionally eyeball cheap little ones, I really don't know where I'd put one.
Bottom line, as I have not yet perfected the art of cooking in small spaces, we eat out a lot. I'm pretty proud of sticking to my no-new-clothes resolution, but any potential $$ gain from that little cutback has certainly been negated by my stomach.
While the food scene here is certainly not like the beltway, it has enough to keep me plenty happy. There's Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, East Mediterranean, Tex Mex, Italian, Soul Food et. al. within a 20 minute drive.
The upside? Eating out is #1 something Ryan and I can do together (whereas he saw no benefit from my ever-expanding wardrobe), #2 it cuts down on dirty dishes needing handwashing, and #3 it takes up zero precious storage space from our closet or bedroom.
The downside? I'm eating away my down payment for a house next year.