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to make lunch my biggest meal
A little tension and drama with Pop over lunch. He was set to take over the kitchen at about a quarter after twelve, the time when I am ready to make my lunch.
Ordinarily, by itself, this would not be a big deal, but I had just made a big decision to make lunch my biggest meal of the day, precisely because I can get the kitchen to myself more readily. Pop readily takes his dinner at around six-thirty, so that I cannot do any serious cooking, which was not much of a problem because I was content to stick to TV dinners, which only have to be heated in the oven, so that there are no serious kitchen clashes.
I may have forgotten to blurt about a second big factor in switching to lunch for my biggest meal. Swanson has gone to simulated chicken pieces. So, I’m ready to leave my main Swanson dinner behind, which means I will be relying a lot less on TV dinners. Which means I need to cook more. Ergo, the move to a big lunch. With dinner just consisting of spaghetti or a pot pie or sandwiches, something light and easy.
In fact, I had even found confirmation on the Web supporting the idea of a bigger lunch.
There wasn’t a fight or anything. Pop, per usual these days, seems almost beatifically tolerant of me. It is just my own nerves.
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Ordinarily, by itself, this would not be a big deal, but I had just made a big decision to make lunch my biggest meal of the day, precisely because I can get the kitchen to myself more readily. Pop readily takes his dinner at around six-thirty, so that I cannot do any serious cooking, which was not much of a problem because I was content to stick to TV dinners, which only have to be heated in the oven, so that there are no serious kitchen clashes.
I may have forgotten to blurt about a second big factor in switching to lunch for my biggest meal. Swanson has gone to simulated chicken pieces. So, I’m ready to leave my main Swanson dinner behind, which means I will be relying a lot less on TV dinners. Which means I need to cook more. Ergo, the move to a big lunch. With dinner just consisting of spaghetti or a pot pie or sandwiches, something light and easy.
In fact, I had even found confirmation on the Web supporting the idea of a bigger lunch.
There wasn’t a fight or anything. Pop, per usual these days, seems almost beatifically tolerant of me. It is just my own nerves.
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