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[the_rck]

Bah. I waited long enough that I really can’t order food for delivery. If I did now, it wouldn’t arrive until after Cordelia gets home at 3:15. I’ve looked in the fridge and rummaged in the cupboards, and I can’t find anything I’m interested in eating, but I need to eat in order to take my meds, so I really don’t know. I suppose a piece of bread and butter might work. I don’t actually want that, but I don’t loathe the idea and won’t find preparing it exhausting. I have to eat something.

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[the_rck]

Sadly, there are two barriers to that-- First, I don't currently have the stamina to make them. I'd fall over about the time I got the griddle plugged in. When I'm healthy, I can manage about fifteen minutes of cooking at a time. Right now, I'm at about five. Second, I would only eat one or two, and I don't have any recipes that I can adapt easily to make that few.

My husband usually makes either pancakes or waffles at some point during the weekend (varies depending on which days he has off). He eats three or four. I eat one or two. Our daughter eats one or two. We often end up with leftovers that sit on the counter until I throw them out a few days later.