Grahm and I spent $957 in the month of July on food. Two tiny tummies. 31 days. One big oopsies. The sad thing is July was actually an improvement from June when we spent almost $1,100.Don't worry, I'm judging me too.
I could blame being pregnant, I guess. (It seems to work for everything else... mwhaha.) I could also pin it on the zillions of trips we've been on this summer. But really, I'm just one big pathetic pile of "Hey pumpkin face, let's go out tonight."
Grocery shopping is the absolute pits. I basically fail any time I do anything remotely near me stove. Remember the bacon? Or the pot roast? (Both were exceptionally terrifying experiences.) So it totally makes sense that I would avoid cooking altogether...right? Cereal night here, cereal night there. Out to eat, out to eat, out to stinkin' eat.
This means I'm actually going to have to buck up, suck up, and learn what the heck a basting spoon is. (Ha. Nothing I make will ever be that complicated.) I've already busted out my barely opened cookbooks.
And I've planned meals for the next two weeks (applause, applause). Grahm and I even went grocery shopping last night to gear up for our 30-day challenge or as he likes to call it, "Uhh, why are we doing this again?" (Poor kid. Can you blame him? Friends, take pity on this poor ol' chap and feed him some leftover scraps that his wife didn't have the chance to burn or char.)
We will reward ourselves at the end of the month with a cruise to Cozumel with some dear friends.
Think we can do it? (Me neither.)
Feel free to share any tips or tricks!