We have a habit of eating lunch out at some hopefully local joint, and then preparing dinner for ourselves. A home cooked dinner is partly to save money, partly for health, and partly because taking Beatrice out at dinner time would be too hard.
A motel presents certain hurdles for preparing a dinner. Space and equipment mostly. We've eaten a lot of salads, which are fairly easy (or so it seems as I watch Molitor do all the work) and a welcome relief from our meaty lunches. Last night Molitor elevated himself to a real motel room chef. He cooked pasta and green beans in the microwave. It took a while because we had to feed pasta to 4 and all we had was a 4 cup Pyrex to do it, but it was such a welcome dinner.