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When my husband is gone I eat junk. Dinner yesterday could have easily have been popcorn as far as I was concerned. We both cook, but when I am alone I have nothing to prove. There is no one to wow with my culinary skills, I only have to sustain myself. I've grabbed something on the fly only to hear Trevor say, "that isn't dinner" or "that doesn't count." So, I skipped the junk and made quesadillas. That counts as dinner, right?