Double-Double Shame

I often start posts off something like this "Nothing is more important than ..... x, y, & z.."  but really there aren't many things that are more important to me than cooking at home.  I love it. Cooking makes me happy.  It makes Ray happy too.  But sometimes you fall off the horse.  And you cheat.  And well, I cheated.  Ray & I trotted in last night with a big box of In 'n' Out & were given shame-eyes by our German neighbor.  "Stupid Americans," she was thinking.  We shrugged off our guilt & tucked into our double-doubles anyway.  It was good.