Renewable Energy on Farms

I’m tired of staring into the fridge at 5:47 p.m., wondering what to cook that won’t make me sigh or scroll for twenty minutes. You are too.

You’re standing in front of the fridge at 6 p.m. again. Staring. Wishing something new would just appear. I’ve been there. More times than I care to count.

You’ve tried those “tropical” drinks before. The ones that taste like syrup and regret. I have too.

You hate vegetable juice. I know you do. That green sludge tastes like lawn clippings and regret. And yet you keep trying. Because you want the energy.

That sound. That smell. You know the one. Oil popping. Crust forming. That deep golden crackle when you lift the edge with a spatula. But then.

You hate healthy meals that taste like punishment. I do too. And I’m tired of recipes that call for six ingredients you don’t own and thirty minutes you…

You’re staring into the fridge at 6:15 p.m. Hungry. Tired. Done with takeout. But you don’t want salad that tastes like punishment.