Icheated last night. So did my wife.

I preach the gospel of making your own food. I testify about the power of creating a meal from scratch and glory of eating it. It is my cause. It is my purpose.

But last night, I cheated. Like so many others, I did not practice what I preach.

To be honest, and I am all about honesty, I have cheated before. Countless times. Mea culpa, mea media culpa.

I’m sure you know the feeling: Sometimes, I just don’t feel like cooking. I had a busy day at work, it was hot, I’ve had less sleep this week (this century) than I need. Also, I’m lazy. So we turned to convenience foods.

As I said: Not the first time, not by a long shot. But I still feel guilty.

My mother was a teacher who came home from work to her two boys and still put a homemade dinner on the tabl

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