You can't tell from this photo, but all my contemporary pottery is cracked, chipped, imperfect. That's how I've been able to acquire handmade pieces for a dollar, a quarter, ten cents. An expert would say they have no value; I think their color and texture adds all the warmth without the any of the worry.
So why do I have such trouble applying this same philosophy to my meals? I get hung up on my idea of the perfect meal: a juicy roast meat with two separate vegetables, plus fruit for dessert.
My crockpot makes the chicken rubbery; the beef, ropy. Yet I know that if I leave for the day without a meal in the works, we'll fall back on peanut butter sandwiches or worse, fast food. With my husband out of town, we've eaten spaghetti more times than I care to count. It's like I'm stuck on all-or-nothing mode.
The frugal thing is to accept that less-than-perfect is still better than nothing at all. The frugal me is putting chicken in the crockpot this morning. It's not perfect, but it's family friendly. Our house will smell good at dinner.