Meal plan for January 27th – February 2nd
Guys, I am terrified that the Seahawks are going to the Super Bowl.
The Seahawks have only been to the Super Bowl one other time. I think it was 2006. Maybe 2007. We lived in Los Angeles then, and being happy to have our team in the big game, we hosted a really small party with two friends from my work.
Everyone brought some goodies, and one of my friends needed to heat hers in the oven. She went in to my kitchen and fiddled with my oven for a few minutes, before declaring she didn’t know how to work it. The oven was a 1940’s old school gas number that you had to light with a match after turning on the gas.
I went in to help her, not knowing that while she had been messing with the oven, she had left the gas on. So, you know what happened next.
I lit the oven, and a huge fireball shot out at me.
It sounded like a bomb exploded in the kitchen. The flash was huge, and the ringing of my ears was like something from a war movie.
Thankfully, I had just taken out my contacts and was wearing my glasses, so my eyes were spared damage. You know what wasn’t spared damage? My hair. Sigh.
Somewhere there is a photo of me with my arms wrapped in wet rags, and my hair half hanging in clumps from my head, and the rest of it frizzled. I had to fly to Boston the next night on the red eye, and I kept telling everyone that my arms didn’t hurt that much, so we decided to all hop in the car and drove to a salon to get my hair cut. Cause, you know, I couldn’t fly to Boston for work with nasty hair. Not happening!
About halfway through the haircut, the shock wore off, and the pain set in, and it was AWFUL. I started crying and yelling at the hair dresser to “for the love of god hurry the fuck up”. We tipped her handsomely, don’t worry.
From there, we rushed to UCLA’s emergency room as quickly as possible. We ran in through the doors to find NOT ONE STAFF MEMBER in the lobby. They were all watching the Super Bowl in the next room. In a moment of class, I yelled “does anybody fucking work here”? A wonderful nurse came running, took one look at my arms covered in wet kitchen towels, and pointed to the pain chart. Before she could even ask how the pain rated, I yelled “I’m a fucking 10 ok, a fucking 10”.
Let me just say, morphine is nice. Really nice.
It almost made me not care when they shoved a tube with a little camera down my throat to make sure I hadn’t inhaled any of the gas when it was lit on fire. It almost didn’t make me mind the huge blisters that were rapidly swelling on my hands.
It also gave me the idea to mess with the nurse. Apparently I told her I was a hand model and had a gig booked for the next day, and would that be a problem ma’am?
Even high, I’m a bitch.
I told Troy over and over that there is no way that childbirth could ever be that painful. I remember the day after Jack was born, multiple friends who I had told that to called me to test my theory. I informed them that even birthing a child with a 99th percentile head with zero meds and plenty o’tears (not crying, but like my bits getting messed up), it didn’t hold a freaking candle to second degree burns.
So, as you can see, the Seahawks actually advancing to the Super Bowl again brings up some traumatic memories for me. I’m setting a rule that this year, food can only be heated via crockpot. It’s non-negotiable.
Speaking of crockpots, both of mine got a hell of a workout yesterday. I had those suckers going from morning until this morning. I busted my ass making a ton of paleo meals for Troy’s upcoming meal needs, and also for the freezer. Then, in a moment that defined irony, I spent about 10 minutes last night grinding flour in my grain mill.
Operation E-RAT-ICATON (my dad’s clever title) is on like Donkey Kong. Troy spent more time in the coop this week and weekend, plugging every hole he could find. He even used some spray foam, which we fully understand won’t stop them if they want to chew through it, but Troy said we would at least know where they were coming in if they busted through it. Using a reader’s tip, we’ve also put bowls of store brand Mt. Dew around the yard, hoping they will drink it, won’t be able to burp, and well…expire. My dad also put something he calls “one bite” in various places around the yard where we know they are hanging out at night. The chickens can’t access said places, so I say nuke those bastards.
Since we discovered this little rat problem, and I made the choice to start bringing the feed in at night, we have hardly gone through ANY feed. Now, I’m pissed that those little buggers have been costing me so much in feed. I buy expensive feed too, and those little plague spreaders have been eating it. I am out for blood.
This week was absolutely gorgeous; sunny, blue skies, and pretty warmish weather. They’re already saying we’ll have a drought this summer because it pretty much only rained while my friends from Los Angeles were in town. Jack spent some time outside today in the sunshine. Nothing is more fun than chalk, cars, and a wheelchair ramp. You don’t have to be a gimp to enjoy the ramp!
My one week sugar fast has been great. I’ve really only missed sugar when I’m winding down at night, and in my once a week latte. I just skipped the coffee this week because coffee without flavoring is nasty.
Meal plan time! Reminder, I only plan dinners. My breakfast of choice has changed, and I’m now obsessed with homemade Greek yogurt with tons of cut up fresh fruit (or fruit I froze in the summer), and a homemade granola bar crumbled on top. It’s delicious and keeps me completely full and satisfied until lunch. Lunches are always leftovers. We rarely eat dessert during the week, and our dinner drink of choice is water kefir soda.
Monday:: This week we’re actually having the pizza and salad that we were supposed to have last week. Jack got the sniffles, so our neighbors didn’t come over for dinner.
Tuesday:: Play date
Wednesday:: Married Single Moms dinner with Troy’s cousin.
Thursday:: My in-laws are feeding us. Hurray!!!
Friday:: Popcorn dinner. Yes, seriously we eat popcorn for dinner. It’s popcorn, leftovers, cheese slices, fruit, and cut up veggies. Everyone gets as much as they want, and no one leaves hungry. I adore Fridays because it is the easiest night of the week for making everyone happy!
Saturday:: No clue. I’m winging it.
Sunday:: Superbowl. We’ll be eating lukewarm food at my parent’s house.
This week I spent $70 at the grocery store, $3.50 at the farm for raw milk, and $26 at our local butcher. I needed a huge pork butt for a recipe I’m trying out, Troy wanted some burger, and we needed more breakfast sausage. The woman who owns the butcher shop gave me the burger for free because I bought so much chicken last week. I love small businesses!!!
Ooh, I just realized that I have an e-rat-ication idea for you. I was talking to my landlord after having a mouse in the apartment and he told me that when he served during the Vietnam War his camp became overrun with rats. No one could seem to get rid of them until a new fellow told them that instant potatoes will kill rats. Apparently after eating the potatoes the rats get thirsty and the water makes the potatoes expand, which kills them. According to my landlord within three days the camp was littered with hundreds of dead rats. Seems simple and cheap enough to be worth a try!
When I was 3 we rented an apartment in an old house that had been converted into several units. Our unit had one huge vent in the floor right in front of my bedroom door and we could not control the temperature of the heat. The metal on that vent always got very hot in the winter because our landlord (who lived upstairs) kept it very hot and it didn’t matter how much my mother pleaded for him to turn it down, he wouldn’t budge. One Sunday after church, I was still wearing my dress shoes and slipped on the edge of the vent, essentially doing the splits. This resulted in second and third degree burns. My parents put neosporin on them, wrapped me in a blanket, and rushed to the ER were we weren’t seen for several hours because it was apparently more important for the social worker to know if I had been pushed onto the vent. When the doctor was finally allowed to treat me she said the neosporin that my mom put on me was the only thing that kept my burns from being more severe and getting infected while we were waiting.
I think that photo of Jack playing outside is the perfect example of why little boy jeans are commonly seen with patched knees.
And um…go Seahawks? 🙂
HI! Would you be wiling to share some of the paleo recipes you made? I need some more inspiration…Thanks! 🙂 Have a great week!
OMG–I hate burns, and I am the queen of kitchen burns (well, next to you, actually). I’ve never done anything quite that exciting or painful, just a pot of boiling water from spaghetti on part of one forearm. And as much as that hurt forever, it’s no wonder you were cussing and screaming blue murder!! You were probably doing a pain dance, too, right?
When it comes to the little kitchen burns from when my electric stove and I have an argument, there are a couple of quickie remedies that actually help the pain. Vanilla, the real stuff (you smell good), and plain yellow mustard (you smell like a hotdog. Put one of them on immediately and leave on, even under a bandaid, as long as possible. I burned my hand three times in one week and tried both, no scarring and very little pain. Honey (the real stuff, again, not store fake crap) is also a very good natural antibiotic.
Let me know how the rats and pop works. I’ve never personally tried it, usually use a good poison when there isn’t anything around that shouldn’t eat it.
I hate the fact that I can’t have a gas oven here in Washington. I had one on Whidbey and every other one has been electric. I burn more food on electric! I grew up using gas and always prefer it.
Speaking of burns, are you bad about cutting yourself in the kitchen? My youngest son would walk in the kitchen when I was fixing a meal and I would always cut myself! (Yeah, lot of teenage angst going on there, prepare yourself). I finally found out that pepper or sugar on a wound makes it stop bleeding a whole lot faster! I’m a very easy bleeder because of blood pressure meds, like, squirting bloody cuts
BTW, you think Jack was bad, the second baby will hurt worse. I didn’t believe everyone when they said that, but it’s true. Three and Four, though, meh. Just got up and went right on afterwards.
Burns are no joke. In 2004 while burning a humongous limb pile in the yard from a storm that came through, my dad decided to use gasoline to get it burning a little faster. When a little bit of gas didn’t get it going, he decided to throw some more on there. It backdrafted, then exploded. It shook the house and rattled the neighbor’s windows. It blew him 28 FEET across the yard backwards. When he came limping to the house, the top two layers of skin on his right arm and right leg (he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt because it was July) was literally hanging off him in tatters. He spent three days in the burn unit and had to have fake skin bandages from the middle of his bicep to his pinky finger and from the middle of his thigh to the top of his foot. He looked like a sausage. He said before they started debriding the burned skin they gave him morphine. It took 300mg by IV before he finally couldn’t feel the pain. And my dad is tough, but he cried like a baby at the hospital.
You will not regret that Kalua Pig!! We have made it a few times and it is so awesome. So. Awesome. Although really, I haven’t made anything from Nom Nom Paleo’s site that hasn’t been good.
All the plans for food from last week got thrown out the window as the kiddo got sick for the first time in years and it has thrown us all off. Burgers have been requested this week and when I realized we have already gone through our ground beef from our 1/4 cow (which really wasn’t as much as I would have liked), I called up and ordered more. She is dropping it off today. To my home. She’s awesome.
I bought a ton of veggies to make steamed veggies as well as veggie bags. We are boring with veggies here. Oh, I do plan to make sweet potatoes and apples, but really? Not what I consider a veggie.
Other than that, I have no idea. I was inspired to do more meal planning, even looked up some stuff on line, but it probably won’t happen. I do plan to write down our favorites and just rotate through those on a more “scheduled” basis with a new recipe thrown in here and there.
That totally sucks about the burns. Loved the re-telling of the experience, but man that sucks.