Call me resourceful

Many of you know that I am not the best cook in the world. It's not that I'm bad. I'm just not excited or ambitious about cooking.

Everyday, Mark and the guys he works with sit down for lunch together. Mark brings some kind of lunch meat sandwich with cheese, chips, and a drink. When there's no lunch meat, he brings peanut butter and jelly (strawberry, no chunks). Mark's boss, on the other hand, sits down to a near full course homemade meal every day. You see, his wife is a true Italian. She cooks all the time. She also makes his lunch for him at night, so all he has to do is pick up his lunch bag as he walks out the door in the morning.

Occassionally there are some leftovers from our dinner the night before. When that happens, Mark is none too happy to take it as his lunch. Such was the case the other day. I had made meatball hoagies for dinner. I really went all out on this dinner. All I did was mix one bag of frozen meatballs into a pot with one jar of spaghetti sauce. When they are hot enough, I put two pieces of Provalone cheese on a hoagie roll, slapped for meatballs on it, and- Presto! Eat your dinner.

There were leftovers the next day, and Mark took them to work. As the boys sat for lunch, Mark's boss was impressed that: 1. I had made dinner, and 2. it was tasty enough to have more of it.

Mark explained the tedious work that I had put into dinner. Mark's boss replied, "You mean, you can buy meatballs? Like already made? They come in a bag?! Does the sauce come with it too?"

That night, Mark came home to a nice, hot dinner. I had made beef barbeque sandwiches, straight out of the container it came precooked in.