<p>That's a definite "maybe". </p>

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<p>I don't cook.  I assemble meals.  (I stole that from <strong><a href="http://marthabeck.com/" target="_blank">Martha Beck</a></strong> years ago.  She's brilliantly funny.  If she's ever speaking at a bookstore near you, GO!)</p>

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<p>It's so true.  How does any woman who works a full week and attends to hobbies/kids/puppies outside of work find time to COOK?  Are you frickin' kidding me???</p>

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<p>It's both expensive and unhealthy to eat out all the time, so I assemble.   A typical dinner for me is a grilled chicken burger (from a drug-free chicken who roamed the range), a steamed (and previously frozen) veggie, and maybe some brown rice.  Woohoo!!  Isn't that exciting?   </p>

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<p>Confession:  I am also addiced to the whole wheat crumbed chicken tenders from Whole Foods.  I'm sure that everyone else that eats them are under the age of 12, but they're fast, healthy, and tasty. </p>

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<p>EVERY Sunday Nana asks me what I'm cooking for dinner, and EVERY Sunday I have nothing to stellar to report.  If I baked muffins for breakfast that morning, I tell Nana to appease her.  I am awarded bonus points for always baking from scratch. </p>

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<p>With all of this grandmotherly guilt imposed upon me, I asked Mom for a Cooking Light magazine subscription a year ago Christmas.  Santa Mommy delivered.  Thanks, Mom! </p>

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<p>One year and a few weeks later, I have yet to cook a recipe from Cooking Light.  That's right.  12 ISSUES and I have not cooked a damn thing. </p>

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<p>Nice, huh? </p>

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<p>I originally announced to a friend in a moment of Eureka-ness that I would cook one recipe from each issue for the blog!  And then realized that would suck 12 days from my project.  I'm not so sure I want to do that. </p>

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<p>However!  I am committed to making at least ONE recipe on Day 109.  We'll see how that goes and then proceed from there.  The recipe worries me a bit.  More to follow...</p>

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<p>Now what on earth does this all have to do with the bloody pantry, you ask?? </p>

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<p>When you are born under the astrological sign of Virgo, you crave a neat and tidy home environment.  You surely have bouts of messiness, but before long, you literally clean house.  Along with your cleaning lady. </p>

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<p>When you start a blog and adopt a puppy, this all goes to hell in a handbasket. </p>

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<p>And the puppy's food, treats, bones, and other paraphernalia take over your pantry. </p>

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<p>And then when you have good intention to cook rather than assemble for a Cooking Light mini-project as well as an upcoming project, you break out into hives when even thinking about entering that pantry. </p>

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<p>And since you are a freak of nature who actually gets excited about cleaning out your pantry, this sadly meets the criteria of your 365 project blog of trying "one soul-scintillating thing each day."</p>

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<p>Oddly, I am not alone.  Fellow organized types are getting their freak on by decluttering their hearts out.  Go figure. </p>

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