Yeah, I could compile a list of posts, or I could do that this weekend, or I could give you a pop quiz (What is Spunky Labia's middle name? No Googling!) or I could do THAT this weekend, or I could go to my nephew's college graduation, which is what I'm doing this weekend.
Or I could show you how to manipulate your way into dinner.
Step 1. Call Gary.
Step 2. "Hi Gar. I was just calling to see if you'd be home soon and if I should heat up the oven to make this box of turkey stuff I have."
Step 3. Accurately describe Box O' Turkey to Gary.
Step 4. Gary says, "You know, Tuna Helper and Hamburger Helper don't really have tuna and hamburger in them. Are you sure it comes with the turkey?"
Step 5. "Yes, sure Gary, I'm sure they have some way to dehydrate turkey so you can rehydrate it and then cook it in the oven."
Step 6. Consent to let your husband bring broccoli soup, Italian sandwiches, and chocolate croissants home for dinner.
God, wouldn't that make a great commercial for Turkey in A Box? "Turkey In a Box, what to serve when you want Take-Out." I am never eating this Box O' Turkey. It's a Secret Weapon.