When I finished the project, I ended up with a nice fat stack of receipts. You bet I kept track – I’m hopelessly anal, for one, but I also knew I’d be curious, in the end.
Today, I added them all up. I thought you accountant types would be curious.
I spent about $3260, writing a recipe a day for a year. Not counting the farmers’ market.
That’s $9 per day (ish). Maybe$10, with the markets.
On one hand, that’s not awful. I mean, we ate, didn’t we? We ate well. And so did a lot of other people, both directly and indirectly. And anyone who buys lunch out every day spends that, right?
Somehow, though, it’s hard for me to look at it that way, now that I’m done.
Now it just sounds like food for an entire village in Africa, for a year. Half a school in Pakistan. The new exhaust system our car needs, plus brakes, plus whatever breaks next.
Oy. The guilt overfloweth. I had to tell you. As penance.