It’s been a couple of weeks now since my last missive. I like to write and I want to write, but I find I’m happiest when I don’t try to write. The trying makes me frustrated, and then the frustration makes me cranky, but if I don’t try? I live a happy, angst-free life. Reminds me of a little saying of David’s: If you don’t try, you can never fail. The reality for me, though, is that writing is often at odds with my family life, and that conflict is what pains me. But I think of you guys all the time! So many things I want to share and work through with you. 🙂
One thing I’ve been thinking of is budget-friendly, nutritious, whole-foods type meals. I’m feeding an unusually large family over here, but my idea is for meals that cost no more than $1 per serving. I call it… Dinner on a Dollar! I know. It’s catchy, right? Except it’s really hard to make dinner for a dollar. Or maybe I’ve lost my shopping mojo. I’m going to have get back on my game!
I’m trying to transition to Summer Porch Cooking. It’s a little bit tricky, because you have to plan in advance, and I’ve not been planning so well lately. Or following through on plans, more accurately. Anyway, tonight, I have a chicken, cherry, almond and rice dish ready to go, and I’m going to try to bake TWO THINGS at once in my handy dandy roaster oven. It came with a rack, and I think I can use it as a casserole separator. Worst case scenario, it doesn’t work, but I can’t think of any reason why not, and I’m really good at seeing trouble coming. 😉
Another thing I have not been doing that saves me a lot of effort is prepping common ingredients. Today, for example, I do not have chicken broth, cooked chicken, or sauteed onions ready to go, which means I have to prep those things before I can assemble my dish. Many days, I just abandon my plan because it’s more effort than I have to give, which leaves me scrambling later for something else to eat.
One last thing before I go paint some shelves: Last night, I went out to a library program regarding lavender. I seldom go out at night, and I just hoped the family would manage a holding pattern until I got home, but fifteen year old Jonny bathed the babies, got them to bed, and even had Henry sound asleep! What’s more, Henry did not wake even once ALL NIGHT LONG! He’s a superstar, that Jonny!