Making a Meal

Sometimes I want to be one of those women that makes a meal plan for the week, and does all the shopping on one day. But so far, I can only plan MAYBE three days ahead, and even then, someone usually gets sick, or there's some event I've forgotten about, or a nameless daughter decides to keep me up all night, and crushing exhaustion trumps meal prep.

My food preferences don't help, as I don't like casseroles, or anything frozen ahead of time to cook. I like the kineticism of food prep, where I'm walking in tiny circles with three different knives and a clean spoon every tasting.

So instead, I go to the store way too frequently, buy something interesting or pretty, or whatever is on sale, and try to match it with whatever is about to expire in the fridge.

Sometimes it looks better than it tastes, like when I tried to make a pomegranite reduction sauce. SO PRETTY.

But it turned out to be remarkably flavorless, probably due to buying it out of season AND waiting too long to use it. 

My successes are finally outweighing my failures, and now I'm at a point where, as long as I have the basics, I can throw together a reasonable, healthy dinner with very short notice. 

As a side note, Mirandamakes wrote an excellent piece about her blogging, which applies to me as well. I haven't been as active here as I'd hoped, because I want to say something NEW and FRESH every time. But she's inspired me to try again, and not worry about being endlessly fascinating. So if I start to bore you, I apologize in advance. And if there's anything you'd like me to write about, I'm all ears. And fingers.



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Last week the New Yorker published a book review and discussion about independence in American Children. The basic idea was that children in America are lazy and spoiled, while the rest of the world is tending fires at 3, and never asking for things. I find it interesting that the same culture that insists that a baby in your bed or on your back is "spoiled", has no problem making sure you drive them six blocks to school until they can drive themselves.

A wise friend has reminded me over time, when I panic about my children having no desire to dress themselves, or go places without me, or whatever else I think, "everyone else's kid's are doing," that "Development happens unless you're actively trying to stop it." I've found that to be true with both my kids. 

Last month my daughter was still wailing to be carried up and down the stairs. Two days ago, I came down to see she'd gotten out raw eggs, a bowl, her spatula, the pan, and the egg beater and was well on her way to making her own "scrabbled eggs."

She'll be four in a week. Old enough to work at the oyster factory, if we lived in a different time. But just because she's not chopping wood and tending goats, doesn't mean I'm any less proud of her when she decides it's time to grow up a little more.


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Paper tubes

I wanted to make a paper tube dome today, but Catherine commandeered my supplies, insisting on a house for her creatures. Of course, she had to squeeze in there too.

Between that and making weapons for the children, we've gone through an entire roll of masking tape, and it's not even 3:00 pm. Good day.