It's funny this has come up now.
As many of you already know, my wife has just been diagnosed with Graves Disease. In a word, her thyroid runs like an out of control throttle. It's called "storming." One minute her heart beats at 140, the next, she's in bed crying her eyes out.
You cannot eat out every night, and I've been thinking about sharpening for cooks and chefs in exchange for pre-made frozen meals.
In this fashion, when my wife storms, we can thaw out something decent and nutrious.