5 p.m. — I chat with my sister and then get home and take a shower. Then I turn on the soccer game (go, Atlanta United!) and start my grocery list for the week. I realize that I want to cook every meal I see because I am too hungry to grocery shop, so I make pasta with butter, Parmesan, lemon, and capers. It is really good, even if a normal person might say it is heavy on the capers (blasphemy — the limit for capers does not exist). Once I do that, I get really tired and I don’t want to go to the grocery store anymore. I make up my overnight oats and decide to make a stir-fry with what I have, so I don’t eat out tomorrow. I use onions, bell peppers, chickpeas, garlic, jalapeño, and harissa and also make up coconut rice. I eat a second dinner of that and drink another Tropicália and pack up the rest for two lunches. This is the kind of night that, pre–France trip planning, I would have gotten takeout for dinner and eaten out for lunch tomorrow. However, I would much rather have that $30-ish to spend in France.