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Dinner Menu

I always have a hard time coming up with dinner ideas. I have to cook for many different people, with many different tastes. We were eating out too much and I finally decided, NO MORE.

I’m trying a variety of new recipes and trying to avoid fast (or semi-fast) foods. Each week I make a menu for the next week. The meals are generally easy to make because I am short on time and I really don’t like cooking much.

I thought it might be helpful to share the menus here. Hopefully, they’ll give you some ideas. Feel free to use them as they are, or pick and choose as needed. If you enjoy a menu, please SHARE it. If you need a recipe for any of the meal ideas, just ask. I’d be more than happy to share upon request. 😀

You can also find the menus on my Facebook page.

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Calgon Please.

I’m going to make this quick. Today has been a LONG day. Or so it seems. Maybe I just get up too early? Anyway, NK ended up with a fever of 101 last night. I bathed her and got it down. She seemed okay this morning, but then fever crept back in. She’s been super clingy and whiney. Just not feeling herself. I didn’t get much accomplished from my todo list. Some re-arranging of the dining area, and some papers got graded, but that’s about all.

The grocery store needs to “see me” so not many options for dinner. I’m making oven fried chicken. That lovely picture to the right is from Your Life Uncommon. Which is where I also got the recipe. PINTEREST FIND!

After dinner, it’s bath time for the boy and then attempting to put the baby to bed. Yeah. We’ll see how that goes. Then more paper grading and cleaning.

I also have some bracelets to complete. Which I can’t complain about because that means I’m getting some business. LOL

Hopefully, by 11PM it will be just me and Netflix.

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Will Make Up a Title Later.

I’m a procrastinator. I thought I was the worst procrastinator in the world. Now I know better. But, that does not remove the fact that I am a procrastinator.

Many times in our lives we will put off the hard things, the mundane things. Until a later time. Until there is no time left.

I have a new job now.

My body has the tough job of creating life. This is not a job that allows a break. I can’t call off. I have no control over how and when things are done. I am along for this ride. Men, do you hear this? It’s a job. 24/7.

I have had mild symptoms. Tons of time in the bathroom, tighter fitting bras, mild twinges in the uteral (if it’s not a word, it should be) area. But today…today, I woke up and there was a monster within me. THE HUNGER MONSTER. Wow.

Have you ever gone a while without eating? Maybe even all day? You get hunger pangs. Your stomach kinda makes all these weird begging noises. Maybe even you just FEEL empty? Yea. THAT, dear Internet, doesn’t compare. I felt like there was a black hole in my stomach. I was being sucked into it. Soon I’d disappear and the kids would have to say, “Oh our mother? We have no mother. Her stomach ate her.”

That feeling is not normal. Not good. Then I remembered, my body is working all day and all night. She is deserving of a meal as often as she’d like. The thing is, there is no:

  • Oh, I’m a little hungry.
  • Okay, now I’m pretty hungry.
  • Yea, I’m kinda starving now, haha.

Total time passed = 4-5 hours

This is not funny, Internet. There is no HAHA. This is not a game.

This is the order of a pregnant woman’s hunger thoughts:

  • Woooooooo, I am STARVING.
  • MAY DAY, MAY DAY, I need food NOW!!!! OH EM GEE!
  • Ughhh, I didn’t get food in time, now I’m feeling pukey.

Total time passed = 30 minutes

Yep. Not eating can make you feel pukey. In my case it WILL make me feel pukey.When you get hungry, you must eat.

So, all this is to say, I am currently a slave to my own body.

She says, “Eat!”, I must say, “eat what?”

She says, “Sleep!”, I must say, “ZZzzzz.”

She says, “Puke!” Well, you get my drift.

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My Stomach Is In Hell People.

I have a thing for snacks. I like snacks. Hey, who doesn’t? I eat my favorite snack until I can’t stand the sight of it. Yup. I overdo it.

My ex used to bring home my most favorite snack. If I liked Lorna Doone cookies, he’d bring home boxes and boxes until I couldn’t take it anymore. He’d bring home a box the next week and they’d just sit there. I couldn’t bring myself to eat anymore. Not one.

I’ve reached that point with my latest snack. And I can only blame myself. Chester’s Flamin’ Hot Fries. Oh no, these are NOT your regular Hot Fries. These things are like little pieces of hell! But taste like Heaven. mmmmmm

I saw them at CVS last week, picked up 2 bags, turned around and picked up 1 more, you know…just in case I REALLY liked them. Apparently I did. I ate 2.5 of those bags. My daughter (lover of all things HOT), ate half of a bag. My mouth burned, my throat burned, my fingers were red and little crumbs of red fire were all over my clothes…but no…I couldn’t stop.

This week, I marched right into CVS and purchased 3 bags (off rip). No need in pretending I only needed 2. What if there was a monsoon and I couldn’t get back to CVS anytime soon??? Once at home, I didn’t bother with dinner. I made plates for the kids and figured I’d eat some Hot Fries FIRST, you know, before they went bad or something. First taste always sets your mouth on fire, but you drink a little something and you tough it out. I toughed it out. Skipped dinner. Ate a bowl of cereal. With milk. MILK PEOPLE! I do not get along with MILK.

So there I sat, with a belly full of flaming corn snacks and milk. MILK. I have this theory that milk curdles in my stomach. No other way to explain the nasty feeling I get when I drink it. Burning, curdling belly.

My daughter wanted some Hot Fries. I told her it was too late. I joked about it giving her nightmares. SPICY FOODS GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES AND HOT FLASHES!! I went to bed that night with a burning curdling belly…and…had nightmares.

I woke up multiple times feeling ill.

And guess what people? That did NOT stop me from having more today! But I just got sicker! So I’m done!! Dear Internets, I am DONE! I haven’t felt this ill since…since…since my dude let me drink orange juice. ORANGE JUICE! I’ll tell you what orange juice does to mean another time. It’s just as gross as the milk curdling thing.

So, I’m packing the last bags of Hot Fries away. Giving them to charity or something.

Oh, and I know the worst isn’t over. If it feels like fire going in…well…you know.

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