This doesn’t really look like the kitchen of someone who got a beautiful share of healthy, organic food from a CSA, does it?
But it is. The sad thing is that I didn’t even cook today, yet I have a pile of dirty dishes.
When I was telling my sister about how silly I thought it was to order pizza in light of our other, better options, she said, “Well, Papa John’s is kind of it’s own sort of CSA…”
Tomorrow I only work a half day, so no more excuses. The great thing is–instead of being scorned as “the lazy wife” for this copout, I’m the pizza-ordering hero!