Lately Dan and I have been eating a lot of mozzarella sticks, leftover takeout, and cold pizza. My mom’s birthday lunch kind of burned me out on the cooking front, and I haven’t been able to muster the energy to whip up anything blog-worthy. There were the glazed, grilled pork chops last Friday, but…I was hungry and didn’t remember to take pictures until the chops were a mere grease smear on our plates. Alas. Not that Dan ever complains about what I put into his stomach or anything, but I was feeling a little guilty last night after work. There was a time — not so long ago, really — when I painstakingly planned our dinners hours in advance and eagerly looked forward to...
