Daughter #3 got a haircut this week. I think it makes her look older, which I don't want. Does this look like 13 to you? I'm heading to Walmart in a minute for fluffy bows and Dora t-shirts. I'll show her.
While I haven't shared my weekly menu...because...umm....I never made one, I do have a few food-related things to share with you. Last Sunday we had the missionaries over for dinner. I made Pioneer Woman's Spicy Dr. Pepper Shredded Pork. I served it on wheat buns with a nice avocado aioli as a spread. The pork is awesome, and it made a ton. Even after feeding a group of eight I had mucho leftovers. Because we are a wasteful family I was concerned with the bounty. But miracle of miracles, my girls ate that pork everyday after school and twice as resurrected tacos. I know. It must have been super good because my people are often not a fan of the LEFTOVER.
I also served some Mexican Corn-on-the-Cob alongside the pork. Everyone seemed to find this a little weird at first...but they ate it up lickety-split. For myself, I'd enjoyed the glories of mexican corn at a hole-in-the-wall in NYC with my friend Jane...so I was already a believer.
On Monday I made Baked Bree's Vegetable Pistou. The pistou is a basil pesto, and you take that beautiful pesto, place a healthy portion in the bottom of the bowl, and then pour the hot vegetable soup on top. I thought it was wonderful, fantastic, and stupendous. Sterling was not a big fan, which is completely upside-down because he usually likes EVERYTHING I cook. So, when he said he didn't like it...I began to question myself and my existential place in the universe. But then I ate a ding dong...and everything came into focus once again. Sugar can do that for you.
On Tuesday and Thursday I kept offering shredded pork and vegetable pistou. I did this because I was tired and lazy and completely out-of-sorts. I didn't clean, cook, or do much in the way of English doctoral work. This left my house dirty, my family hungry, and my work neglected. Being out-of-sorts (and dirty) really doesn't work for me. So I stopped that silliness.
Which meant on Thursday I attempted Pioneer Woman's Vegetable Lasagna. Sterling had two gigantic helpings. I graded for two hours and completely unearthed the mountain of clothes in my bathroom. Vegetable lasagna is magic. However, on a side note, it took me just under an hour and a half to complete the meal (including bake time), which is a little silly for a mid-week meal when there are children to shuttle, and homework to muddle through, and things to buy at Target.
Also as a side note. In the middle of my chopping extravaganza, wherein I chopped an onion, a red bell pepper, four cloves of garlic, 24 ounces of mushrooms (that's a lot of mushrooms), and four squash, Parker told me this, "Mom, since I won't be eating the lasagna (cuz he thinks he doesn't like lasagna), could I have a bowl of Captain Crunch for dinner?"
At which point I entered into a diatribe that started something like this, "If I wanted you to have a gigantic bowl of sugar for dinner I would not be spending an hour constructing this lasagna. I would set out the sugar and a spoon and climb into my bed and watch Pregnant in Heels. So you are eating this lasagna! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
And then I remembered why I was out-of-sorts.
The end.
Sarah, you are undoubtedly a crazy woman, very funny, but crazy. Your little 13 year old woman looks like a deep thinker in this picture. I love the look in the eyes, serious thinking. Probably not but most of the time most of us are faking it.
Posted by: Mary Theodosis | April 15, 2011 at 10:04 PM