You need to make some dinner. Except the thing is that you really don't want to go to the store. It's pouring rain and also you are very lazy. The other thing is that you've got all of these little containers of bits of leftovers in your fridge. Maybe half a cup of pizza sauce and a cup of chopped red onion, red pepper, and garlic from the pizza you made a week ago. Steamed broccoli you made when you had Raj's coworker and his family over and two of three children declined to eat one solitary piece, even in the name of getting a piece of cake. (The cake, sadly, is now long gone.) The roasted squash and zucchini you made the night before when you lazily followed the recipe's instruction to use garlic powder instead of chopping fresh garlic like you normally do and it didn't end up tasting that great. The crockpot beer chicken you also made the day before that was just kind of meh.
Here's what you do: you check your PInterest, obviously. Where you will find you have pinned a recipe for polenta pie that's fairly compatible with what you have on hand. You've got the polenta, other basic ingredients, and some assorted leftover cheese. All set.
You unearth a can of Italian style diced tomatoes you no longer remember buying and combine them with the pizza sauce and vegetables, then chop some tomatoes from the fridge that are past their prime. Heck, why not throw in some of that terrible white wine you bought that's so bad it can only be used for cooking? Simmer 30 minutes. Get in the way of the light while taking a crappy cell phone photo.
It tastes pretty good. You are a culinary genius and should reward yourself with a glass of the drinking-quality wine that's open. Go ahead and drink most of it before taking a crappy cell phone photo. You've earned it. Then go unplug the mixer your photo reveals is still plugged in from Sunday, you irresponsible power waster.
Bring milk, butter and sugar to a simmer in a large pot, then whisk in the polenta. When it starts to thicken, switch to stirring with a spoon. Once it starts to pull away from the sides, pour it into a greased casserole dish. Cover that with cheese, then put the vegetables on top of that. Do not photograph any of these steps because what are you, some kind of food blogger?
Realize there's not really room for the chicken. The whole thing could overflow and then you'd have to clean the oven and you do not need that shit. Also, you're not sure how the beer flavor will mix with everything else. Also, when you serve leftovers the following night for dinner, it'll be nice for Raj to have something he didn't already eat for lunch. You are such a considerate wife. Put the chicken back in the fridge and pour your tomato sauce on top of the vegetables in your casserole dish. Sprinkle with mozzarella, except you don't have nearly enough, so cover it with parmesan dust of the green can variety. Klass and kwality.
Do the dishes, because hey, no matter what the Internet may think, you actually are a considerate wife sometimes. You've probably got an hour before your husband gets home, so there's no need to actually bake this yet. Realize that you've made chocolate mousse, but don't have milk left to drink with it. Debate the actual need for milk versus your incredible laziness. Recall that the mousse is made with chocolate bars of 72% cocoa. Take your time getting your stuff together to run to the shoppette. Get a text from him saying he's on his way. Sweet! Text him back asking him to pick up milk. Preheat the oven. Realize this has been kind of a jerk move because he's just worked a 13 hour day while you've worked zero hours, it's going to take longer for the oven to heat up than it would for you to get to the shoppette and back, and the house would likely not burn down on account of your unattended preheating. You're a pretty inconsiderate wife sometimes. The internet was right about you.
Except he'll arrive home not having seen your text, allowing you to run to the store yourself while the polenta pie cooks. You'll even finally be able to rent Silver Linings Playbook, which you watched all but the last ten minutes of on a flight from Korea before they shut off the TVs in preparation for landing. AND it turns out that your leftover pie is pretty damn delicious. Also quite lovely, what with the yellow of the polenta and squash, green of the broccoli and zucchini, and red of the tomato sauce. Not that you took a picture of it or anything. Amateur.