I've got baked beans baking in the oven today and the house smells so good. I'll grab some left over turkey out from in the freezer, and make some turkey salad sandwiches on toasted buns to go along with our baked beans.
Stew meat with carrots and broccoli simmered in a seasoned broth, which I will thicken up a little before serving over garlic rice.
Cabbage soup with potatoes and veggies, simmering away in the slow cooker, getting close to being done.
I am so freaking tired of thinking about what to cook for dinner. I'm not a great fan of cooking. The cooking gene apparently got left out of my make-up. Now soup? I could make soup all the time but the Other Half wants meat and potatoes, and veggies, and bread and not in liquid form.
I like to cook, but I do get tired of trying to figure out what to have for meals. My husband doesn't care so he never suggests anything. I remember that my dad would ask mama to make things and would often help her with prep work. That doesn't happen in this house.