Corner Time Protein Bars
Corner Time Protein Bars 2005 or 2006 This one is mostly true, at least as much as I can remember through the haze of the years. We were young still—newlyweds, barely a few years into our marriage, still figuring out the shape of us. Our son was still a baby and our apartment was small, a one-bedroom with thin walls and a kitchen that could barely fit two people and at the foot of our bed was a crib. But it was ours, we were young and very happy. We'd divided up the household responsibilities early on, a practical decision born from necessity. He handled the bills, the yard work, the car maintenance—the stuff that made my eyes glaze over. I took the cooking, the laundry, the grocery shopping, and the lunch-packing. That last one was my favorite, honestly. There was something intimate about assembling his midday meal, thinking about what he might need to get through a long shift, what might bring him a moment of comfort in the middle of a workday. I knew what he liked: turkey and ...