A Swing and a Miss

I did not starve my family this week, which is the most important take away of this post.

Menu for Oct. 12-Oct.17

Sunday: Waffles 

--This is what I planned but not what we actually had.  I don't remember what we actually had.


Monday: Cajun Meatloaf (Bon Appetit, p. 388), Roasted potatoes (mix of regular and sweet potatoes), veggies and hummus

--We did eat this, very tasty
       

Taco Tuesday: Chicken fajitas


Sandwich Wednesday: Fried Egg Sandwich with Pancetta and Arugula (maybe spinach instead of Arugula--easier to use up).  P. 158 Bon Appetit

--This didn't happen either.  I was in Phoenix all day Wednesday and got home late,  and Moses was running around dealing with a car in the shop so everybody sorted their own dinner.  I think the boy made himself a quesadilla, I had veggies and hummus with a side of toast, and I guess Moses ate something too.  On a side note, I had waffles and fried chicken  for the first time for lunch on Wednesday (thus my lack of interest in dinner).  I always thought waffles and chicken was some sort of fancy waffle and chicken conglomeration but it turns out it is just fried chicken sitting a plate next to a waffle.  I'm not sure how I feel about that because it seemed pretty random.

Thursday: Leftovers
--This didn't even happen.  G. had climbing club and we grabbed Chipolte afterwards.

Friday: Pizza

--Not even pizza is happening because G is headed to a friend's house after school I'm going to save pizza for tomorrow. I think I'll make the Fried Egg Sandwich with Pancetta for Moses and myself tonight, since we have all the stuff and because: menu plan fail.

Watch out for Falling Objects

This of course is not that actual meteor I saw, but it was about that size.

This morning I was about halfway through the suckiest, slowest, most miserable run I have had in quite some time when I happened to look up at the right moment, and....a METEOR FELL FROM THE SKY.  In a flash of light and ball of FIRE.  For reals (I checked with the women next to me, they saw it too).  It was big, or at least big compared with what you usually see if you are star-gazing at night.  I was tempted to say "only in Flagstaff" but of course there was that huge meteor in Russia a year or so ago.  So, Russia and Flagstaff.  Unfortunately, the ball of fire falling from the sky did not make my run hurt less--it wasn't one of those magical balls of fire--but it did give me something to thing about besides how much my feet hurt.

This week's dinners: 
Oct. 4-Oct. 10

Saturday: BLTs

Sunday: Crock Pot Turkey White Bean Chili.  I recommend at least doubling the spices for this recipe, otherwise it is good but bland.
               Dessert: Ice cream (lame compared with last week, but you can't go big every week, maybe I'll fry up an apple in butter and cinnamon to go with it)

Monday: Crock Pot Santa Fe Chicken with rice.

Taco Tuesday:  Tacos with leftover Santa Fe Chicken as the main filler. (I'm actually just hoping that this will work.  I have not made the Santa Fe Chicken before so don't really know if it'll make good taco filling, but it seems like it'll be okay).

Sandwich Wednesday: Mediteranean Chicken Wraps with veggies and hummus.

Thursday: Leftovers

Friday: Pizza

Middle School

G. came home today and, as per his usual habit, wandered up to my office to say hello.  And with him wafted in what I can only describe as the odoriferous fumes of Satan's grandmother.  "DEAR GOD, what is that smell?" I asked.  Except I omitted the "DEAR GOD" part because I thought it sounded kind of judge-y and I am really trying to back off that sort of thing as a mother.

G.: "Oh! Chocolate-mint hand sanitizer! Doesn't it smell so good?!"  Said while shoving his hands into my face--you'll be relieved to know I did not pass out.

I suppose chocolate-mint is preferable to this.

Me (in my head): "WTF is chocolate-mint hand sanitizer?"  This stuff smells like neither chocolate nor mint, but like....well, Satan's grandmother on Sunday morning. Satan's blue-haired grandmother who lost all sense of olfactory reasonableness 50 years ago and bathed in a vat of "eau de hideous-floral-chemical" before showing up at church with the intent of rendering unconscious every living creature in a five mile radius.

Me (out loud and non judge-ily): "Huh. Where did you get it?"

Boy (with a grin): "Girls."

I peg my chances of surviving my child's adolescence at about 50/50.



This week's dinner menu (Sept. 27-Oct. 3):

Saturday: Pizza (Holdover from the last week-G. had a school dance on Friday so Moses and I headed out for happy hour and tapas)

Sunday: Roasted Salmon with Orange Herb Sauce (Bon Appetit Every-Night Cooking), Roasted Potatoes and Salad
               Dessert: pound cake with vanilla ice cream and cider sauce (also Every-Night Cooking)

Monday: Chicken Verde Soup (Every-Night Cooking) and garlic bread.  This was meh--fancy title, but basically just chicken soup with all green vegetables.

Taco Tuesday: Citrusy Black-Bean Taquitos (Forks over Knives)  This was not great, and in retrospect I should have known.  The recipe required a fair amount of prep, had several steps, involved a food processor (a sure sign of fussiness), and did not involve frying the taquitos.  And it was vegan.  Not-fried, vegan taquitos are soul-crushingly disappointing.

Sandwich Wednesday: Grilled prosciutto and fontina cheese sandwiches with fresh basil (Every-Night Cooking)

Thursday: Leftovers

Friday: Pepperoni Pizza.
Movie: Good Will Hunting.  G. enjoys movies with people who effortlessly do genius things, like Tony Stark creating the Ironman suit out of scrap metal and delusional thinking, so I'm betting he'll like this movie.  And probably pick up some techniques for deploying swear words, hopefully not while I'm around.)