Fancy Feast

I still don't like  to cook. 

I used to think that would change as I aged, but alas, I was wrong.

Yesterday I heard the dreaded question from Amanda ...

I'm hungry. What's for dinner?

Me rubbing my temples: I've got meat for tacos.

Amanda: Do you really want to get that fancy?

Me: No.

That's right, not only does she get that I have a strong aversion to putting forth any effort in the kitchen when it comes to meals, but she thinks tacos are FANCY!! LOVE HER!!

So we had hot dogs. Wonderful, easy, un-fancy hot dogs.