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dinner tonight

I am not doing so great inside my own head right now, but I am trying very much to snap out of it. I had the idea to (in order to distract you from my failure to publish a cooking post) start posting what we're having for dinner each night. Nothing long and extravagant, but a picture and maybe I'll tell you what it is. Maybe.

The truth is our diet has changed drastically since we have been here. We get help with groceries from our bosses, but the standard method is to buy them, save receipts and be reimbursed. Which is fine, except once we pay our bills we don't have any cash to use for said groceries. I think I may have gone off on a tangent there, sorry. The point is- not a lot of groceries after a week or two of the month. On the bright side we do have an ample selection of meat, plus eggs, milk, and as much as I can haul in for $20 at the Saturday market. This week I didn't go to market. Oh and the harvest of vegetables in the back yard. There's always meat and potatoes! That could be the horrible slogan for our diet.

But it is good- I do not mean to seem so negative, for we always manage to have a healthy, nutritious, and filling meal. It may not always be what I want, but it is always good.

Dinner Tonight

Philly steak-type sandwiches:
minute steaks, mozzarella, with grilled green peppers, onions, and mushrooms, on hamburger buns I had stashed in the freezer.

and french fries I splurged on when I was returning a broken coffee pot to the dollar store. They were not a highlight of the meal. The sandwiches were delicious.
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