I shattered my ankle, separated my tibia and fibula, and broke a different part of my fibula. All in one moment. How, you ask? By stepping outside. My dog pulled too hard on her leash and I stumbled and twisted my ankle in just the right way. Got a fancy Maisonneuve fracture that had to be surgically fixed.

I like tilapia fried in garlic olive oil, roasted asparagus, and cous cous. I eat it at least 3x a week for lunch. It’s easy and cheap and freezes well.

I do meal prep once a week with my mom. We just get together at her place and cook like 10 or 12 meals and put them in containers and I freeze them. Cheaper than TV dinners and it’s easy lunch and dinner for the week.

I absolutely despise cooking, so taking the ingredients to my parents’ place forces me to cook. At my house, I can just procrastinate.

Wall of my parents’ tiny neighborhood and use it as a compound. They have major river access and there are plenty of big yards for agriculture. There’s also plenty of blue collar workers to do a lot of hands-on stuff. I’d be in charge of animal husbandry since I’m really good at it. My mom would do plants.