I am by no means a foodie, but I do spend an awful lot of time thinking about food, reading about food, talking about food, purchasing, preparing, consuming, and cleaning up after food. Other than, “Can I go to legoclub.com?”, “Can we go to the park?”, “Is it screen time yet?”, and “Doo-dah/Doe-fa-feen/Dad did it!” the words I most frequently hear are “What and when are we going to eat?” Mostly, lately, it’s gotten the same response: “Idunno.” I haven’t been inspired, it’s been too rainy/cold/blazing hot/enter some other element “out of my control” that would give me the excuse to say “sounds like another snacky lunch day!”
But then a friend made a comment the other day: “I miss your menu posts.”
What? Someone reads this ol’ blog? And they’re interested in what I have to say? Like a neglected child who gets a glimmer of positive reinforcement, my inner blogger did a little twirl: someone cares?!! Then I should menu plan! And post! And after a life of family-visits, end-of-the-school-year-madness, surgery, recouping, rockin’-the-rec-at-VBS, trip-to-Kansas, soul-sucking-heat, I actually found time and space to plan out the munchies.
What cookbook are we planning from this time? The Vegetarian Mother’s Cookbook. Not that I’m a vegetarian intentionally. It’s more that a) meat takes time to prepare, 2) wrongly prepared meat can cause death, iii) I’m lazy and would like not to kill off my family. And, dairy and I are fast friends. So I read vegetarian recipes: plus, honestly, a lot of them are quick and easy and don’t deal with potential cross-contamination.
Sunday: Breakfast at church before the outdoor worship (took store-purchased granola as my cereal offering – shocking for me not to bring a baked good – that’s how out of it I’ve been – and how non-stove-oriented – cause it’s hot – and we’re doing one-window-unit a/c – gotsta keeps the bebes cool!); Pb banana shake, sugar snap peas (from our CSA – love them!), whole wheat ritz with raw milk yogurt cheese; Whole wheat english muffin pizzas (with Trader Joe’s pizza sauce: thanks for the recommendation, Ashlee!)
Monday: Molasses toast, herby (CSA) scrambled eggs, cherries (CSA and our backyard); whole grain waffles, bananas, peanut butter; Veggie breakfast burrito, fruit salad
Tuesday: Summer muesli, bananas; Tofu salad sandwich, chips, carrots, dried strawberries; Breakfast potatoes and veggies, scrambled eggs plus
Wednesday: Almond butter orange sandwich; Bean quesadilla, chips, cherries; Scrambled tofu, almond pancakes w/homemade butter and homemade raspberry jam
Thursday: Soaked apples’n’spice Bob’s Red Mill cereal, string cheese; Rice and beans casserole, chips, salsa, carrots; Tofu and udon noodles (known to the boys as peanut butter noodles, like the kind that beloved Miss Ashlee makes for her boys, cause tofu and udon is yuck, but who can say no to peanut butter noodles?!!), applesauce, snap peas
Friday: Almond butter pancake sandwich, bananas; Curried rice salad, toasted cheese english muffins; Grilled chicken mango sausage, new potato and pea salad (Thanks, Mere!)
Saturday: English muffin cheesecake, cherries; Black bean and sweet potato enchiladas, snap peas, homemade strawberry fruit leather; Potato kale quiche, fruit salad, garlic toast
It’s amazing to recognize the changes since I’ve last posted a menu. I make a lot more stuff myself, or I get a lot more ingredients locally. On Saturday a friend and I drove past the house I get eggs from which happens to be in the hills of Dundee. My friend, who was driving, said, “So we turn around to get to your house?” to which I replied, “Oh no, there’s a back road.” A back road that’s gravel with crazy amounts of small and large potholes, including a turn that drives you over really really loose gravel where it’s not so obvious where the tires of the car should or actually can go. And yet their house is a mere few minutes away from my house which is firmly located in suburbia. At times like that, after doing my weekly egg pickup, and as I hear my youngest littles babbling to hear their voices change as we bounce from pothole to pothole, I must admit: I really do love my life. 😉