Yesterday, Stephen got it into his head that we simply had to have meatball subs for dinner and fruit pie for dessert. After a successful trip to the library (Steve: 20 CDs; Me: 3 books), we trekked to the grocery store, baby in arms. I had a WIC check ready that would let us get tuna fish on the cheap, along with a few other delectable, nutritious things (Number of full grocery bags: 3; Money spent: $12.08). In the stifling heat (no air conditioning in the kitchen), we broiled the meatballs (according to Steve's recipe), made the sauce (from scratch), baked the pie (again, Steve's recipe), and got a salad together. We feasted royally (as you can see above), and with bellies full, put the baby to bed.

Boy, am I ever glad that I married someone who not only likes to eat, but who likes to cook as well. In the midst of stirring the sauce, Steve pointed out that when you do it all yourself, it comes out pretty inexpensively. I nodded, and thought about how fortunate I am to still be breastfeeding Ruthie, which is also an inexpensive way of keeping the family fed. In a few short months she'll eat nearly everything we're eating, and probably twice as fast, since she'll be growing too.

After little growing baby went to sleep, we watched The Big Lebowski on Hulu (free television and movies!), and then curled up in the bedroom with our window A/C unit on. Cool air wafted over us, with warm pie in our stomachs, and sleeping baby nearby.