Once in awhile I'll get an odd burst of creativity and decide to make something. It's generally something I sew, like a purse or a meatball throw pillow, and they're fairly simple creations. Some are better than others. They're usually for myself or given as gifts.

But where's the dividing line between "oh, wow, you MADE this? That's neat" and"how long do I have to hang onto this %#&?"
Well, I'd like to think the %#&? that I've made is at least functional, if not camera ready to be picked up by the Martha Stewart collection for Kmart. You could at least use it twice, get some choice mustard stains on it, then relinquish it to use with lemon scent Pledge or wiping down your Tercel. Rags are very functional.
But I found the dividing line. It's right here: Kraftomatic and it's fantastic. If you're bored and have a sense of humor for the silly and ridiculous, click away!

It's the statement of doom for anybody.

What do you want for dinner?
 ::Crickets::

Nobody knows. Even when I have a fridge full of food, I stand there gawking at the bricks of frozen chicken, the bursting shelf of condiments, the Tupperware boxes of mystery.
It's a pickle to be in, for sure. Especially when you're an hour past hungry and trying desperately not to flitter your whole paycheck on restaurants, or flubber your waistline with a sorry case of the McGurgles.

Not to mention the angel sitting on my shoulder reminding me what Food Inc. taught me. And the devil on my other shoulder reminding me that the eco/health friendly groceries cost double what I could have paid for the blue light special.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

So it's 6 o'clock. What would Rissa do?

Well, I'm no Swedish chef (though I've been known to sputter nonsense words repeatedly, so I'm halfway there) and I'm definitely not winning any rewards for locavore health nut of the week. (Is there an award for that? My love for pizza and roller dogs probably renders me ineligible for life.) But I do try. I try to strike a balance between eating healthy and being thrifty, making something edible without toiling for hours or just ordering pizza. (But I love pizza. Just...so much.)
Enough thinking. There are hungry people out there. Bam. Go check out my recipe for the day. It's so easy, I didn't even have a recipe. I made it up.