I will never claim to be a domestic goddess. Why? Because I'm not a liar. Betty Crocker, I am not. Susie Homemaker? If she was a real person, I would be her total polar opposite. This is going to prove to be a problem next week.
My boyfriend, the man who cooks me dinner nearly every night (unless I pick up a pizza on my way home from work), will be out of town on business for four days. What am I going to eat?!? How will I live?!? (I actually asked him both of those questions.) I have condiments! And pickles!