So, this week:
Wednesday night my daddy took us to see Lyle Lovett at the best venue in the world - Thalia Mara Hall. Okay, perhaps not the world. But the acoustics are great, seats comfy and not a bad one in the house, and it's 9 minutes from my house, making it awesome.
The kids ate leftover lasagna, and Paul and I joined Brooks and Carrie at the best restaurant in the world. Okay, perhaps not the world. But maybe. Walker's Drive-In. And, I've become convinced that soft shell crab is in season in the gulf in May simply because of divine providence allowing it to be at the same time as my birthday. So, soft shell crab, lemon tarragon butter, red potato mash and thin beans for supper. Plated perfection.
Thursday, we had Red Beans and Rice - Plain ol' Jane ol' cheap and filling.
For lunch on Friday, we had red bean and rice tortilla roll ups. See what I did there? Sneaky sneaky. Friday night, we had an end-of-season cookout with Eas's baseball team. There were burgers, chips, hot dogs. I was in charge of the best thing ever - Capri Suns. I rocked it out with those capri suns.
Today for lunch, well, I should probably come up with something....
Tonight for supper: Pork Loin over Vidalia Onions and Apple Cider. Something along these lines: Recipe Here. Lady Peas, Roasted Broccoli, Mashed Potatoes. This is me, cleaning out the pantry and freezer. Good shall conquer evil. Or at least efficiency shall conquer waste.
Tomorrow, we have a food filled day. We have our Pentecost luncheon at church - I'm contributing a quiche (fillings as yet undetermined, but I'm thinking it might involve shredded pork loin, some chopped roasted vidalias and maybe some roasted broccoli? ;) ), Roasted Asparagus with Vermouth Butter, and a Pear Tarte or Gallette or some such.
Tomorrow afternoon, I get to help give a baby shower. And I'm responsible for cracker candy and for spinach dip. I recently had the best spinach dip so far in my life - it's easy to get bored of it - but it was so good, and I'm so excited to try the recipe I begged off of a kindly woman at a party...
Tomorrow night, we are celebrating my mother's day, a bit late (insane week), and we're having steak and twice baked potatoes and the rest of the works. I'm cooking, but Paul is doing all of the setting up, cleaning up, minding the children, etc.
Monday for lunch, we'll be plowing through leftovers.
Monday evening, we've a birthday party to attend. I imagine there will either be pizza or grilled hot dogs. Win/Win.
Tuesday evening, Paul and I have a meeting to attend. The kids are having supper with their grandparents, I think, or we'll continue the leftover plow-through. Paul and I will, I'm sure, grab taco bell on the way home from our meeting, which will be a travesty.
Okay, back in the saddle. Feeling better. Life under control. We're a gonna make it. I shall not be sick at my stomach for the remainder of my lifetime. People will be fed.