Scattered Sundays, meal plan October 3rd – 9th
Do you ever look back at your childhood and think “man, my parents had their shit totally together”?
I have a strong suspicion that neither Jack, nor Bennett will have such memories.
I think about my parents when I was little, and they seemed to be so adult. There were dinner parties where people drank cocktails, and had grown up conversations. They owned things like blazers, had a mortgage, and just seemed so with it. My boys will probably remember their mom as someone who almost always had dirt under her nails, chicken crap on her garden boots, a to-do list a mile long, and super immature humor. But, they’ll also remember homemade ice cream, the smell of fresh bread baking, and the sound of constant chopping and dicing. Maybe it’s a wash in the end? Maybe I should just get a blazer. That seems much easier.
If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve already seen this photo.
This last Mother’s Day, I purchased a retractable clothesline for myself, instructed Troy to install it, and it has been true love ever since. Other than a handful of days here and there, this beast gets used on the daily. I have churned out four loads of laundry in a day, and all were dried (for free. Thanks sun) before bed time. Due to seasonal allergies, and disliking the super crunchy feeling of stiff clothing, I dry our line-dried stuff in the dryer for about 10 minutes after it comes inside. We have indoor drying racks for inclement weather, but I can’t use them for sheets or other large items. On those days, I get bitter that I have to use the dryer for a whole load. My heart belongs to the clothesline. Oh, and the dude who hung it up for me. We’re pretty tight too.
A magical discovery was realized this week. Our smaller cast iron skillet can fit in our convection/toaster oven! We’re in a weird in-between season right now. When driving, if I have the windows down, it’s a bit too cold. When I roll them up, the car is too hot. I’m super chilly in the morning, and hot tea is a welcome treat after I let the chickens out. By my afternoon walk, I’m wearing the Pacific Northwest reverse mullet of clothes – long sleeved shirt, and running shorts. Don’t fool yourself though; I’m not running a step. So, given the constant dance between toasty and chilly, it is fabulous knowing I can make our favorite chipotle sweet potatoes without heating up the entire house. It’s fall comfort food, without the discomfort of boob sweat.
You may notice that I titled this post “Scattered Sundays”. A few weeks ago, a Facebook reader commented that she rarely read my meal plans, because she wasn’t a meal planner herself. It wasn’t until then that I realized people didn’t know my Sunday posts were 98% jibberish, and 2% meal plan. So, thinking maybe a reboot of the name might help me cast a wider net.
Meal plan time!
Monday:: Chicken and gnocchi soup (no recipe, I’m winging it), salad, and biscuits.
Tuesday:: Frittata, (leftover) biscuits, and fruit.
Thursday:: BLTAs with leftover dutch oven bread, salad, and sweet potatoes in the skillet.
Friday:: Movie and popcorn night.
Saturday:: Chicken pot pie and salad.
Sunday:: Family dinner.
What are you having this week?