Friday Food: A Slow Vegetable Start

Our meals were pretty lacking in the vegetable department in the beginning of the week. Luckily, the MiL saved me mid-week. Thanks, MiL!

Friday

Short version: For the home team--tuna melts. For the away team--tuna salad and egg salad. For me-- leftovers. For everyone--cucumbers.

Long version: A. took Cubby to his First Communion practice at 4:30 p.m. and then to his baseball game at 6 p.m., so I packed dinner for them to eat in between. An egg salad sandwich for Cubby, and tuna salad for A., with cucumber slices for both.

Jack and Charlie had tuna melts and cucumber slices with the last of the ranch dip. Or rather, almost the last of it. Jack actually finished it off by the simple expedient of swiping his entire hand in the bowl and then licking it off his hand. Gross.

Saturday

Short version: Bunless cheeseburgers, oven fries, sauteed mushrooms and onions, green salad

Long version: I always cut fries pretty thick, to make steak fries. This time I didn't have any lard or tallow, which is a bummer when french-fry making, so I coated them in olive oil and a little butter. This resulted in a rather tough fry, but still tasty.

I know they were tasty because I had some. Poppy's eczema was improved after I backed off on everything again, so I decided to add back the nightshades to my diet. Thus, I ate some of the fries AND ketchup on my (cheese-less, because still no dairy) hamburger.

The excitement around here. You have no idea.

Sunday

Short version: Spaghetti with tomato sauce, salad

Long version: A. was gone again, and all I mustered for the boys was a tomato sauce with cream and Parmesan cheese for spaghetti. The children were pleased.

I had a salad with various leftover vegetables and some leftover hamburger, and I did not even bother giving the boys a vegetable. I'm gonna count the tomato sauce and call it good. They were homegrown tomatoes, which I think should make it count for extra, right? Right.

First Communion photo. We really need some help posing children for group shots . . .

Monday

Short version: Roasted chicken and potatoes, leftover broccoli

Long version: This was a challenging day. A. was still gone. Poppy was still all stuffy from the cold and gasping when she tried to nurse, as well as displeased with napping anywhere but my lap. Jack woke up with an earache that featured a fever, which meant periodic bouts of crying and a lot of cartoons. Hooray for YouTube and endless Donald Duck compilations. And we were supposed to go to two different baseball games at 6 p.m. in different locations.

I did manage to get Poppy to sleep on her own in my bed midday, so I used that time to peel and chunk up some potatoes. I put them in a bowl of water so they wouldn't brown, and then at dinnertime I just drained them, dried them quickly with a towel, and put them on a pan with cut-up chicken leg quarters (salt, pepper, garlic powder, dried basil) and some olive oil to roast. I don't usually roast potatoes in the same pan as meat, because the meat juices keep the potatoes from getting crispy, but I was trying to minimize clean-up.

In the end, only Cubby, Charlie, and I sat down to eat. Jack was still plastered to the couch and not interested in any sustenance whatsoever.

Cubby got a ride to his game with a friend on his team, and I called Charlie's coach to let him know Charlie wouldn't be at his game. I'm sure his T-ball career is going to tank now, but I think he'll survive.

Tuesday

Short version: London broil with green-garlic butter, sauteed onions, mashed potatoes, uneaten potato soup, green salad (with radishes!), stewed rhubarb

Long version: A. returned from his trip to Blackrock in the afternoon bringing with him many produce treats from the MiL, including lettuce, spinach, and radishes from her garden, and a garbage bag full of enormous rhubarb stalks. The rhubarb came from the Mennonite farm where we always got our eggs. They have the most impressive rhubarb I've ever seen. The stalks are literally two feet long, even without the leaves. I made a big pot of stewed rhubarb and still only used half of it. Yum.

The potato soup was for a still-ailing Jack, who elected to rest during dinner rather than eat.

Wednesday

Short version: Pork chops, fried leftover boiled potatoes, fried onions, steamed carrots and broccoli

Long version: I started to feel the onset of the household cold this day. I think dinner reflects that.

Cubby got another ride to his baseball game with his friend's mom so I could take Charlie to his game and A. could stay home with a still-unhappy, feverish Jack. If that stubborn child would have taken the children's acetaminophen, he would have felt a lot better. Alas, he would not, and the one attempt to make him resulted in gagging and vomit.

So.

Here's a picture of Charlie hitting the ball at his game:

Charlie says, "Take that T and shove it; I hit pitches."

Thursday

Short version: Fried eggs, chicken-broth rice, bread and butter, exciting spinach

Long version: At least the bread was fresh, as I had to bake a batch that afternoon. The spinach was exciting because it was the thinnings from the MiL's garden, which means ALLELUIA, homegrown greens! Not mine, sadly, but at least from someone's home garden. I didn't do anything with the tiny leaves other than wash and dry them very carefully and dress them with a mustard vinaigrette. They were delicious. Even A. remarked on it.

And now I definitely have the cold, so I shall take to my bed to rest and care for myself for a few days.

HAAAAAAHAHAHA. I kill myself. (If these kids don't kill me first.)

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?