Chipotle I Love You

I made dinner last night for the first time in a month. This also happens to be how long we've lived in New York City. It's not the first time I've cooked or anything, cause I've made macaroni and cheese and a lot of ramen and a bowl of pasta once, but in terms of full-on dinner, last night's was the first. I'd forgotten how nice it is to cook and eat at home. Back in Portland we ate out rarely and usually had dinners at home. The evening seems longer, the food a little healthier, and if it wasn't for the dishes and the food splatters all over the countertops, I think I'd do this much more often.

Of course, in Portland it was simple.  There are cars and grocery stores that have everything all in one place. You don't have to hit three different grocery stores to get what you need, and you have a car to haul things back in. Here there are long lines and groceries that are too heavy to carry home, and don't forget I'm entirely on foot here and it is so much easier to call up the neighborhood Chinese joint or head down the street for some Chipotle burritos.

And that's really all I have to say about that.

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