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Real Men Eat Quiche

11 Jan

Quiche. My husband requested quiche for dinner tonight. I have been consistently cooking family dinners for four days. Apparently, that means I am capable of creating sophisticated French cuisine without giving anyone salmonella. I appreciate that my husband has such faith in me. He always seems to think I am way more capable than I actually am. It’s either that or his thinking is slightly distorted from living with me and our kids all these years.
After many Internet searches and wonderful advice and recipes , I have some awesome FB friends. Who knew that you could buy a pie crust already made?!
I made an executive (mom/chef/slave) decision that I am not making quiche tonight.
I believe that I can do it. I don’t think it’s that tricky or hard. I swear its not that I’m intimidated by eggs, pie crust or the French. The truth is that I am tired. I have to go to the supermarket and I still have a kid to pick up at school, while the other two nap. I really want to spend the afternoon at the park with my 3 kids and not be fried by the time my husband gets home for dinner.
So, tonight he will get his quiche, just not made by me. Whole Foods will be providing our family with a cooked rotisserie chicken, a cooked quiche and a spinach salad.
It doesn’t mean I’m quitting my home cooking mission, it just means that it’s okay to take a break.



Meatloaf Madness

10 Jan

Last night was Spaghetti and Turkey Meatloaf and Steamed Broccoli night. as I was preparing to start prepping my meatloaf the plumber, UPS and the Gardener all showed up needing me to explain things that I simply could not. I don’t know what the thingy is called that goes in between the tub stopper top and the whole in the drain. All I know is that our tub makes a noise that makes my children think that a monster lives in the drain and it must be fixed ASAP.

Before I knew it, I had not made the meatloaf and it was time to pick up the twins from Preschool. Those three hours sure didn’t get me far now did they? I knew I could make the pasta and broccoli while they napped, but I had a loooong list of chores to be done, plus a blog to write and another kid to be picked up half way through their nap.

I took a deep breath – I had a little conversation with myself, went a little like this; I am doing the best I can, this is my first week and I will get the hang of this. It’s ok to improvise. Your doing a good job.
I decided to pick up kid#1 and run into Whole Foods and pick up ready made Turkey Meatloaf to go with my spaghetti and broccoli. Next time I will make it myself, but this time, it didn’t mean I was less of a “Mom that cooks home cooked meals” because I improvised.

How did it go? Girl twin ate everything on her plate and begged for more broccoli. Boy twin ate a little of everything, requested ketchup and then ate a little more. Six year old ate all her pasta, wouldn’t try the meatloaf or broccoli, but she let the food sit on her plate without any protest. That right there is a huge improvement from the faux-vomiting of the night before.

They were all given chocolate soy pudding for dessert.

Tonight is Corn Flake Chicken and Smashed Sweet Potatoes. Cross your fingers for me…..


Slow Cooker Saga – Continued

9 Jan

For those of you that have been hanging on the edge of your seats waiting to hear how dinner went last night, here’s the story.

My Two and a half year old twins, ate the chicken and rice with no complaints. They left the red and green bell peppers untouched, but hey you can’t win all your battles. I made sure they hadn’t had a snack for at least two hours before dinner and they were good and hungry.
My 6 year old immediately had a nervous breakdown as her sweet and sour chicken accompanied by brown rice was presented to her. I believe her screams were something about me not warning her that the chicken was going to be covered in sauce and have green stuff in it. I didn’t know that sauce required forewarning. Had I known I would have definitely told my drama queen that the chicken would be swimming in it. Then there was some crying, some faux-vomit noises and threats of vomiting from the smell. on the inside I was laughing my head off. She came by it honestly, I tend to have a bit of a sensitivity to food smells. I also have a dash of the drama bug, so she really never stood a chance at being an easygoing wallflower. On the outside, I held my ground, informed her that this was the only dinner she was getting and if she wanted to flip out she could do it in her room. Lo and behold, after 10 minutes, she ate the chicken.
Holy crap! If I set the rules, stick firmly to them and don’t waver my kids might actually listen?!
At the end of the meal I told the kids that the next night we would be having delicious meatloaf, with pasta and broccoli. HB bursts into tears again and says, “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know what a meatloaf is!”

I’ll be back tomorrow with meatloaf madness mania.


Slow Cook and Her Slow Cooker

9 Jan

Over the winter break from school I had some time to think about things that I wanted to change in 2013. I had been feeling incredibly guilty about the eating patterns of my family. It looked like I had myself all figured out. But what about THEM?

I have managed to lose all my baby weight and then some. I watch what I eat constantly, making low fat, low calorie, low sodium, and often low taste choices at almost every turn. I exercise and have long term goals for my body and my overall health that I still haven’t reached. I want to run a Marathon and I want to rock a leopard bikini. No, I have not put a time limit on these goals, yes, I realize it might take a while. It hasn’t been easy and I’m not discounting how long it took to figure out how to pull my physical self together. I am proud of what I’ve done so far and actually excited for the Beach this Summer.

Meanwhile-Back at the Ranch- The kids have been feasting on a diet consisting of frozen chicken nuggets, pasta, hot dogs, frozen steam in the bag veggies, and Chipotle. I have managed to keep my house clear of candy, chips and cookies. I seem to have also completely skipped over the whole concept of a home cooked nutritious meal. I got away with it this long because my husband usually isn’t home for dinner and the twins were young enough that I could throw an array of finger foods at them and that would be good enough.

The time has come for me to step up to the plate. Literally.

I dug out my slow cooker yesterday, which I hadn’t seen since it was selected off my bridal registry 8 years ago. I googled kid-friendly healthy slow cooker recipes and I was off and running! I made sweet and sour chicken with bell peppers and brown rice. It came out perfectly.

The response from the children? I’ll be back later to give all the glorious details on that. Let’s just say, it wasn’t all Norman Rockwell up in here…



Chef Boyardee Got Nothin’ On Me

17 May

I don’t cook. It’s not that I can’t cook, I just don’t. It doesn’t come naturally to me to just dash into the market pick up my ingredients come home and whip up a meal. It actually feels quite the opposite to me, foreign, yup cooking feels foreign. I see people in the supermarket with their shopping lists and little bags of vegetables and spices and uncooked meats, I know it can’t be that hard if everyone’s doing it. I guess it’s just not part of my routine and I’m a little frightened of new things. I am also a closet vegetarian and have some sensory issues with food. What does that mean? It means I hate touching chicken/meat/fish of any kind and I feel very guilty when I eat it. The sensory issues, let’s just say, if it’s too mushy, smells weird or just strikes me the wrong way, I ain’t eating it. Those of you who know my oldest daughter HB, are starting to understand where her food “pickyness” comes from right about now.
At this point you must be wondering what it is this family eats if the Mother doesn’t cook? Let’s see, we have Chipotle night, we have Whole Foods chicken night, Trader Joe’s night, Pasta night and Auntie Stacey cooks night. I’ve gotten away with it this long because my husband doesn’t make it home in time for Dinner and my kids are young enough that they don’t really sit down for a big formal meal. Every time I decide that today is the big day to cook dinner, I find myself overwhelmed by the rules and limitations I have. The meal has to be organic, healthy, pork free, easy to make and kid friendly. Next thing I know I’m ling in the fetal position in front of the oven.
All of this being said, I feel the time has come for me to step up to the plate, literally. Not because it’s my duty or listed in my marriage contract, but because I know that it’s healthier and I want my kids to feel at home in the kitchen.
So, I’ve decided that starting on Monday ( I need a few days to get ready) I am going to start operation HCM, Home Cooked Meal. I’m going to figure out what the family will be eating for the entire week and get everything I need to make it happen on Sunday. My starting goal is to cook at least three meals the first week. I plan on conducting interviews at Roxbury Park tomorrow asking other Mom’s what they cook that their kids actually eat. I’m hoping to slowly ease into my apron and before I know it I will be the Rachel Ray of the Westside, hopefully without having to touch any raw meat in the process…

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