Last weekend, my husband and I went out for a cider at our favorite local place. We do this every once in a while because they have a fun game space in the back and, well duh, the cider is pretty tasty. While there, I mentioned that we had a pizza reward that was getting ready to expire from a place that we used to order delivery from quite frequently. My husband, who is getting to be quite the proficient cheap-o, excitedly exclaimed that if we picked up the order it would be entirely free.
It was like a siren calling out to me from my Amazon shopping cart. I needed it. I craved it. I couldn't stop thinking about this... vegetarian cookbook. I had borrowed a copy from the library, dog eared no fewer than 50 pages with post it notes, and had not yet made a single recipe. It was going to change my life and I needed my own right now.
Our trip to Hawaii was mostly lovely, but one thing that certainly wasn't: prices. While there may be cheaper places in paradise, our hotel was located in Waikiki which certainly wasn't budget friendly.