So why am I still making the same 5-6 meals all the time? It’s spaghetti, meatloaf, homemade little pizzas, chili, chicken stir fry and cheese enchiladas with an occasional marinara sauce and augmented with Costco’s amazing chicken pot pie.
Okay, now I have to digress a moment. Have you tried the chicken pot pie from Costco? I am not generally a chicken pot pie fan. My daughter tried some one day when we were picking up a big box of diapers for her sister and really liked it. Since she’s not really a chicken fan, I bought one since she loved it so much. I thank her for that every time I cook one for dinner. This pot pie is huge — about the size of a medium/large pizza and competely delish. We could eat it for days. In fact we do, because there’s no way we can finish one at one sitting.
I have read these cookbooks many times. I have marked recipes, but just never seem to try a new one. Maybe it’s because my time is so limited that I tend to cook stuff I can do almost on autopilot. If this were the kind of blog with lots of readers, I’d say hey everyone … give me your recipe recommendations. So if anyone out there stumbles on this blog, send your recipes my way.
Just remember that while I follow directions exceptionally well, I’m not into cooking things that take all day or a tremendous (more than 30-40 minutes) amount of preparation. In fact, cooking that chicken pot pie stretches my attention span to the breaking point. I have to cook it for 90 minutes. That means planning way ahead for dinner in my book!
If only babies could blow their own noses. I know I’m not the first parent to wish this and I certainly won’t be the last.
My poor little cutie one has a blocked honker. Her nose is stuffed up, so she can’t breathe, so she blows out her binky at night so she can breathe. Then she’s sad because she doesn’t have her binky. So then you give it back to her, which calms her down. But then, her nose is stuffed up …
So after doing this little dance at 5:00am for a while, I bit the bullet and took her downstairs for the dreaded nose sucking. That bulb-syringe they send home with you from the hospital? It’s the Best. Thing. Ever. Only try telling that to your baby. She doesn’t even like to have her nose wiped after this weekend.
Let me just say: many tissues were used before the green bulb syringe came out of storage.
Are we really this deep into 2008 and I haven’t posted anything? Yeah, I guess it’s true. Of course, I’m the mom who wrote all her holiday cards after Christmas and then left them in my scrapbook room. They’re addressed. They’ll be mailed … but just when, exactly? I went to all the trouble of making them, even dressing my darling daughters in matching outfits for the photo, and have addressed them by hand. By hand!! Not even labels!! I’m telling you, I was doing it all right.
And then … sigh. The not-mailing of them.
Of course, I have a built-in excuse … several of them, in fact.
1. I have a baby daughter (she’s 7 months old now, so I guess I have 5 months left of this one)
2. I work full-time
3. My house looks like an interior tornado rages weekly (EF-3 on the Fujita Scale, I SWEAR!) and someone’s got to make sure we don’t get gangrene from the debris!
4. Fill in the blank
I have the stamps. There’s really no excuse. I think I’ll do it this weekend before the 100 stamps I bought at Costco are obsolete thanks to the U.S. Postal Service raising rates. Again!