For the first time in 20 weeks, I'm actually being domestic

I woke up today at a reasonable hour, showered, and caught up on some emails. While my hair dried, I put two cornish hens in the crock pot. Yep. Cornish HENS. Be impressed. If they turn out good (or even remotely attractive), I'll post pictures on Instagram.

I turned on the TV, because a girl can only take so much quiet, and I continued to prepare one of our favorite veggie dishes, ratatouille, so I can just throw it in the oven later.

I'm also planning on using some of my black bananas to make a coconut banana bread.

Woohoo for budgets and meal planning, right? We're trying to save our pennies, which means less eating out, especially when we already paid for groceries. One of the worst feelings is when food goes bad because I didn't use it when I had the chance.

I had the two little hens sitting in my freezer, so I decided now was a good a time as any to try a new recipe. I had been "saving them" for when we have company, because I was going to try and impress whoever with my insane skills of cooking whole birds. But then I remembered that nights when company is coming over are not good nights to try new recipes.

Conrad is taking the first of several engineering tests today (all in the name of becoming a certified professional engineer), so tonight would be a good night to practice this new "celebratory" recipe. If it's great, then we celebrated. If it's awful, then I didn't offend any guests and we can go get some cheeseburgers instead.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to paint my nails and call it a day as far as productivity.