Desperate times; desperate measures

I cannot for the life of me think why, when I have pretty much nothing to do all day except nap and check my email, I could be too tired to make an actual dinner. This was a can of tomatoes and pasta. Nothing else. It was pretty good though. It reminded me of something my mother would have made when I was a kid. Although she was most likely making something like this because we didn’t have the money for much more than this.

Did I mention that I had cabbage and bread for Easter dinner?