3 meals, 4 snacks and a bowl of ice cream

Here's what I've learned so far about what it takes to feed a part-time family of 9.

One regular size can of Pringles will divide perfectly for 5 lunchboxes.

5 lunchboxes take up a lot of precious counter space.

Due to my ridiculously full cart and my fat envelope of coupons, I have turned into that women that everybody hates at the grocery store.

I can't cook vegetables. I know it. The kids know it. I'm not fooling anybody here. Maybe I can take a class or something...

Our monthly grocery expenditure is roughly equal to three weeks pay for me. I think we should get a cow...and a chicken...and whatever kind of animal those cheesy Ritz Bitz come from.

Chicken legs take WAY longer to cook than chicken breasts.

If you happen to undercook a couple of chicken legs, there is a high probability that Dylan will end up with the raw ones.

If you try to microwave some leftover BBQ to atone for the undercooked chicken, there is a high probability that Dylan will end up with the portion that is still frozen.


Dylan's buddies have no problem eating undercooked chicken and frozen BBQ. They had seconds.

Teenage boys are impervious to salmonella...I hope.

No matter how bad, frozen or undercooked a meal is, Kevin just seems really greatful to have something on the table. (I'm sure this will change but I'm enjoying the honeymoon.)