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Meal plan for May 2-8th

I had a dream at 4 am on Saturday morning where CJ from Top Chef (Season 3) was breastfeeding a gopher while watching The Americans (best show on TV…or in my case, Amazon Prime) and making a pork burger.

This was following a dream I had two nights before where The Mad Hatter (the Johnny Depp version) was at the Globe Theater and kept trying to get me up to the balcony, but the balcony was only through these narrow passageways.  I was Kerri Russell (again, from The Americans), and I felt claustrophobic every time I tried to go down the passageway.  I ended up watching King Lear as a groundling because I just couldn’t bring myself to go through those portals.

What do you think it means? Do I need more chocolate in my diet?  Less crack?  The possibilities are endless.

So last week I mentioned Jack’s new obsession with the “Who Was” biography series.  He currently has almost all of them that our library carries, and he’s pouring over them nightly.  He somehow got an idea in his mind that he needs to “study” them.  He keeps throwing out words like “rough and final draft”, and I really don’t know where he is getting these ideas, but I love his enthusiasm!  He thinks studying means to copy the book word from word and put your own name on the cover.  After losing a vast amount of printer paper to his “studying”, I finally bought him a few notebooks from the dollar store.  He’ll happily spend hours copying biographies in to them.

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Photo obtained via ninja moves that were not well-received, nor appreciated.

Bennett turned three months old on Thursday.  The fourth trimester is over.  Time to get a job bro.  He celebrated the big event with cake.  Paper cake courtesy of his brother.

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Today is May Day.  Did you leave any flowers on a neighbor’s doorstep, ring the bell and run?  Is that even a thing?  We always did it growing up, but come to think of it, I’ve never heard anyone else mention doing that.  I’m starting to think my mom was lying to us, and laughing while we ran around like idiots dropping off flowers.

Troy and I are shit deep in a project this week, and I’m already exhausted from it. I’m looking forward to it being over.  Sadly I decided to choose this time to go on a sugar fast, so basically, I’m an idiot.  I love sugar.  LOVE it.  And being home and having a few quick minutes here and there to bake meant I was baking a lot.  A LOT.  And any time a new recipe didn’t go 100% how it should, I wouldn’t want to waste the “draft”, and thus I ate like four batches of blueberry muffins.  The sweets led to the desire for more sweets, and it was becoming a vicious cycle. I’m not concerned about the actual calories, but frankly I should be filling this milk making machine of mine with better fuel. Troy is joining me on this go round (he never joins in on my crazy elimination diets), and thankfully it will be short-lived.  We go back on the sweet stuff as of Wednesday the 11th.  Why the 11th?  That is when we fly to California for our Disney vacation, and my friend that we are staying with promised In and Out for dinner our first night, and I fully plan to drink the shit out of a strawberry milkshake.

Due to our big project, dinners are very very simple this week.  I just don’t have the time in the few days to invest in a lot of cooking.

Monday:: Soba noodle bowl with chicken

Tuesday:: Homemade frozen pizza from the freezer, roasted asparagus (I love you spring)

Wednesday:: Breakfast dinner

Thursday:: Enchiladas from the freezer, black beans, spanish rice

Friday:: Popcorn dinner

Saturday:: Clean out the fridge.  Glamour

Sunday:: I have no idea.  It’s Mother’s Day and my parents will be out for the afternoon.  We’re having a brunch with my in-laws, and I just can’t be bothered to think of my own meal

What are you having this week?

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8 comments on “Meal plan for May 2-8th”

  1. Haha @ Jack’s cute face in the photo you snuck in to take. I would have liked to see those ninja moves. I hope we get to hear about the big project and so excited for your family trip to Disney! What wonderful memories to have. I did’t really know you had a sweet tooth, I do too. I know that it needs to be in moderation and most of the time I can say no to candy (when I couldn’t before) and other times I go hard. Like, last night I ate practically an entire box of Milk Duds that I got for FREE at work as an incentive for doing something well. So GOOD and….free…..duh.

  2. I did May Day growing up in KS. My girls do May Day for Grandma now although there isn’t much running and hiding. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Why would you want to hide from Grandma. My girls started when they could walk and now they are 9 and 11.

  3. We did the May Day thing too! We are from the Upstate New York area. My Mom would have us roll construction paper into a cone…glue on a paper handle…fill it with chocolate and flowers…hang it on the neighbor’s front door knob…ring the doorbell…and run like hell. I don’t know where that custom came from…but the neighbors appreciated it! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Betty Kudera here…….. I walk with Ann, well last week I went to the grocery store…. Got home and opened the frig door and said HOLY SHIT “WWSD”. So after a few minutes standing there with a dumb ass look on my face for sure “my What Wood Sarah Do” was answered pretty simply ~~~~ so from now on I will eat everything in the frig before I shop for more good thing that will eventually be thrown out because the money could go to other things, so thanks WWSD ??

  5. When I was very young in the late 60’s we celebrated May day by bringing flowers to the elderly neighbors in the area. The fact that the elderly neighbors were prepared for our visit with fresh homemade cookies certainly didn’t hurt ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. As an English teacher I declare the brilliance that is Jack! Also, my mom sent us around the neighborhood to dump excess lilacs on the neighbors on May first. Maybe it’s how we rid our bushes and gardens of surplus in Washington. (I grew up in Vancouver.)