Just to bring everyone up to speed... 37 weeks pregnant. It's 6:00 at night, so it's 1 hour later than I like to eat dinner v1. I'm tired of all things fried, battered and that can be ordered through a drive through (for anyone that knows me - that doesn't happen very often). After standing in the doorway of the refrigerator (5 mintues), freezer (5 minutes), pantry (5 minutes) - repeat this several times, I decide it would be nice to have fish (the frozen pre-packaged variety), green beans (the canned variety), baked potatos (Idaho variety) and rice.
The only trick is a) I have to wait for my husband to come home to cook the fish, because I don't know; b) I then have to call my mom to find out how to cook canned green beans (in my defense, I have to say she does a little something that makes me love her green beans, but the irony is worth noting); c) And then I have to Google "how to microwave a baked potato."
Sometimes, after moments like this, I have to remind myself that I'm good at a lot of other things.
I'd like to give a shout out to Uncle Ben for having easy to follow instructions printed on your packaging... today you were the only thing that didn't make me feel like a total moron.
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