Well, it happened.
I just couldn't bring myself to cook tonight.
That sounds too dramatic. I was up too late last night and now I'm tired and feel sort of blah. (My new mantra: "You do not have swine flu. You do not have swine flu.") So I decided that it was time to order in.
The cuisine of choice: sushi.
When it comes to Japanese food, Thing 1 eats cucumber rolls, edamame, and tomago (sweet egg on rice, very tasty). Thing 2 is much more fickle but he'll usually eat edamame and teriyaki chicken. I love sushi, sashimi, dumplings, rolls, whatever. I think I could eat Japanese food almost every night. I ordered the cuke rolls, tomago, extra edamame, and a dinner box that included some shrimp gyoza, salmon sashimi and chicken teriyaki for Thing 2.
Thing 1 ate like he hadn't been fed in days. A lot of cucumber rolls, two pieces of tomago, a ton of edamame, and then a couple of cookies for desert. Then he was still hungry, so he added an apple and a small bowl of grapes.
Thing 2 was more of a pain. He ate some edamame and chicken, then demanded cookies. I said no, not until he ate more chicken. Eventually I agreed to feed it to him (I know, not a good idea, but I was tired and I caved), and he had a couple of cookies and an apple. So not a great night, but it could have been worse.
One of the problems with ordering out is that it makes me lazy. Meaning that tomorrow I may once again not feel like cooking. We'll see if I can resist the siren call of the Menu File.
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