Yesterday when I went home, I’d felt kind of nauseated, and was extremely relieved when the kids begged for cornflakes for dinner. I fake protested, saying mom things like..
“You guys can’t have cornflakes for dinner! What’s wrong with you? You need something more in your stomachs!”
but inside I was like …
Then my husband gives me the ‘so you not gonna cook’ look. I was like dammit.
I needed to cook something that wouldn’t keep me in the kitchen forever. So I figured this would do… Peep my awesome…
‘I’m sick but imma still cook for this nigga, cause I’m June Clever up in dis beyotch’ dinner plate. 😀 lol
The plantains weren’t as pretty as I’d liked, but they were a day away from being un-fryable and were getting soft, so this was the best they could look. 🙂