Meal plan for February 17th - 23rd

Something has happened, and I can't quite wrap my head around it.

You plan, and plan, and then things go to pot.

I will officially run out of homegrown garlic next week.


I blame heavy garlic usage in our house, along with the desire to give it away to people who wanted to grow their own.  At the time, it seemed nice, but now?  Now, I want to cry.  I have to buy garlic from the store.  Whaaaaaaaa! (#firstworld problems).  I know I can still plant some for August harvest, but it won't be the same.  It will be small, and stunted, and I'd have to track down new seed garlic.  Whaaaaaaaa!

Note to self: this fall, plant WAY more garlic, and then hoard it mercilessly.  Also, stop telling people that they can take refuge at our house when the zombies attack.

Last Saturday, we got about 1.5 inches of snow.  Sunday morning, we woke up and drove to church, only to find out that everyone had stayed home.  Even the pastor.  Since we were already out an about, we headed to the grocery store to get some supplies for our neighbor who was hunkered down, and we had donuts from the bakery at the grocery store.  I ate about half of mine before wanting to puke.  I'm serious about starting a diet company where you go on a one-week sugar fast, and then you eat sugar, and I give you the flu.  Hands down, the most effective technique ever.

The snow was almost gone when we got home, but don't you worry, we still rallied and enjoyed the rare experience.

Troy and I are not big on Valentine's day.  Correction, I don't care about it, therefore he is safely off the hook each and every year.  We exchange cards, and call it a day.  He got home last night, and had snuck some DQ Blizzards in past Jack. We decided to eat dessert and watch Brooklyn Nine Nine on Hulu.

Our plan went (almost) horribly wrong, when we heard Jack coming out to the living room (which is strange, because he is the kid who always stays in his bed).  I had already put my almost still full Blizzard in the freezer (buried under a bag of frozen shrimp), but Troy's empty cup was sitting on the couch like a scarlet letter.  From the looks of how we were scrambling to hide that cup, you'd have thought we were about to be caught fornicating in a church by a priest.  I was able to hide it behind my legs, but ordered Troy to destroy the evidence immediately.

Friday afternoon found me volunteering in Jack's class for the Valentine's party.  My extremely non-affectionate son, was all over me making me hearts and things and then smirking a shit eating grin at his best friend Cooper, saying "this is my mom Cooper".  I'm telling you, my kid is the tiny male version of Jennifer Jason Leigh in Single White Female.

At least I got some fine jewelry out of it:

The 2.5 hours in a preschool classroom also really helped demonstrate the difference between boys and girls at this age.  Well, at any age.  Jack's class ranges from 3-6, with each child working at their own level.  While we were waiting in the circle for all the kids to distribute their valentines, I overheard these two very different conversations.

Girl A to Girl B: My nana is out of the hospital.
Girl B to Girl A: Oh, and how is she feeling?

Jack to Boy B: Hey, did you know that Barfield rhymes with Garfield?


Meal plan time! Reminder, I only plan dinners.  My breakfast of choice has changed, and I'm now obsessed with homemade Greek yogurt with tons of cut up fresh fruit (or fruit I froze in the summer), and a homemade granola bar crumbled on top.  It's delicious and keeps me completely full and satisfied until lunch. Lunches are always leftovers.  We rarely eat dessert during the week, and our dinner drink of choice is water kefir soda.

Monday:: I am making homemade pizza, and serving salad with it.

Tuesday:: At work again late, but this time they feed us.  :confetti:

Wednesday:: Married Single Mom's dinner.  Troy's cousin's turn to cook.

Thursday::  My in-laws feed us, cause they watch Jack on Thursdays.

Friday::  Popcorn dinner.  Yes, seriously we eat popcorn for dinner.  It's popcorn, leftovers, cheese slices, fruit, and cut up veggies.  Everyone gets as much as they want, and no one leaves hungry.  I adore Fridays because it is the easiest night of the week for making everyone happy!

Saturday:: Winging it.

Sunday:: Family dinner at my parent's!  We all bring sides, and my dad makes the main dish.

This week I spent $3.50 on raw milk from the farm, $33 from the local butcher, and $38 at the grocery store.

What are you having this week?