relief

Ever since switching from a full-time job to a part-time one, I keep thinking I should have more time. Time to clean, time to cook, time to read my book while nibbling Belgian chocolates. But I still found myself feeling frenzied and harried and every other -ied that I did before working less. While Fred was out of town, I took some time to think about what I could do to change that, even just a little. I asked myself, what are the things that make me the craziest on a day to day basis. At the top of the list was The Dinner Question.

I’m obsessed with food. My Google Reader feed has too many food blogs to count. I grill friends and acquaintances about the latest restaurants they’ve been to and what they had and tell me again about the food! I love to eat. I love to cook. I love to think about eating and cooking. When I can’t sleep, my version of sheep-counting is to imagine I’m kneading dough. Works every time. But I hate — H.A.T.E. — the moment right around 4:30 when I start wondering “What do we have for dinner?” I’ve read countless articles and posts that all say the same thing, the same very thing I’m going to tell you today, and I’ve always thought, Wow. Great idea. I should do that. And then I go clip my nails or feed my cat or pass out in an alley and it never happens.

Until this week. (This is the part where you say dun dun DUN. C’mon, say it. SAY IT.)

Last weekend I put this together:

A binder. With recipes. All organized and shit. With little tabs and subcategories and all sorts of nonsense. On Sunday, with this binder and some new cookbooks, I spent half an hour deciding what to make for dinner every night this week. Yes, even Friday. And then I went through and made a list of all the ingredients required. Yes, all of them. Then I shopped my house. My pantry, my cupboards, my refrigerator and freezer, and crossed off what we already had. What remained of my list I took to the store.

We followed the menu every night. I had all of the ingredients I needed. We tried new recipes and ooh’ed and ahh’ed. We proclaimed winners and losers. And I realized that removing a single question — What’s for dinner? — had eliminated such a tremendous amount of BLERGH from my week. Not only that, but buying only what we needed for the planned meals, plus a few extra staples, reduced my grocery bill for the week by $100, easy.

I’m not suggesting everyone make a recipe binder. I have zero short-term memory so I need something like this. But I AM suggesting that if thinking about what to make for dinner drives you batshit insane, take 30 minutes this Sunday to figure out what to feed yourself and any other persons residing in your house. And then stick to it. The crazy will thank you.

relief

Ever since switching from a full-time job to a part-time one, I keep thinking I should have more time. Time to clean, time to cook, time to read my book while nibbling Belgian chocolates. But I still found myself feeling frenzied and harried and every other -ied that I did before working less. While Fred was out of town, I took some time to think about what I could do to change that, even just a little. I asked myself, what are the things that make me the craziest on a day to day basis. At the top of the list was The Dinner Question.

I’m obsessed with food. My Google Reader feed has too many food blogs to count. I grill friends and acquaintances about the latest restaurants they’ve been to and what they had and tell me again about the food! I love to eat. I love to cook. I love to think about eating and cooking. When I can’t sleep, my version of sheep-counting is to imagine I’m kneading dough. Works every time. But I hate — H.A.T.E. — the moment right around 4:30 when I start wondering “What do we have for dinner?” I’ve read countless articles and posts that all say the same thing, the same very thing I’m going to tell you today, and I’ve always thought, Wow. Great idea. I should do that. And then I go clip my nails or feed my cat or pass out in an alley and it never happens.

Until this week. (This is the part where you say dun dun DUN. C’mon, say it. SAY IT.)

Last weekend I put this together:

A binder. With recipes. All organized and shit. With little tabs and subcategories and all sorts of nonsense. On Sunday, with this binder and some new cookbooks, I spent half an hour deciding what to make for dinner every night this week. Yes, even Friday. And then I went through and made a list of all the ingredients required. Yes, all of them. Then I shopped my house. My pantry, my cupboards, my refrigerator and freezer, and crossed off what we already had. What remained of my list I took to the store.

We followed the menu every night. I had all of the ingredients I needed. We tried new recipes and ooh’ed and ahh’ed. We proclaimed winners and losers. And I realized that removing a single question — What’s for dinner? — had eliminated such a tremendous amount of BLERGH from my week. Not only that, but buying only what we needed for the planned meals, plus a few extra staples, reduced my grocery bill for the week by $100, easy.

I’m not suggesting everyone make a recipe binder. I have zero short-term memory so I need something like this. But I AM suggesting that if thinking about what to make for dinner drives you batshit insane, take 30 minutes this Sunday to figure out what to feed yourself and any other persons residing in your house. And then stick to it. The crazy will thank you.

citation

It occurred to me that I didn’t tell you the names of the polishes yesterday. Also, I cannot take credit for the ideas of the food.

Ulta Polishes:

OPI Polish:

The sushi idea came up when someone at work mentioned it as a program idea. I did a little hunting and found this tutorial. And the neapolitan cake? Totally ripped off from Annie’s Eats, only I didn’t make a damn thing from scratch and hers looks like a cake whereas mine looked like a pink nightmare.

Completely off-topic, I’m currently battling one of the worst cases of heartburn EVER. I woke up around 11 last night clutching my throat and demanded Fred sit next to me while I writhed in pain and moaned and I think he thought at the end of it all I was going to deliver a baby, so guttural were my moans. He brought me milk and Pepcid and eventually the pain subsided enough that I could consider lying down. This morning I still have that nasty burning in the throat and the desperate need to punch someone. That second item may be unrelated to the first, but I’m rolling with it.

citation

It occurred to me that I didn’t tell you the names of the polishes yesterday. Also, I cannot take credit for the ideas of the food.

Ulta Polishes:

OPI Polish:

The sushi idea came up when someone at work mentioned it as a program idea. I did a little hunting and found this tutorial. And the neapolitan cake? Totally ripped off from Annie’s Eats, only I didn’t make a damn thing from scratch and hers looks like a cake whereas mine looked like a pink nightmare.

Completely off-topic, I’m currently battling one of the worst cases of heartburn EVER. I woke up around 11 last night clutching my throat and demanded Fred sit next to me while I writhed in pain and moaned and I think he thought at the end of it all I was going to deliver a baby, so guttural were my moans. He brought me milk and Pepcid and eventually the pain subsided enough that I could consider lying down. This morning I still have that nasty burning in the throat and the desperate need to punch someone. That second item may be unrelated to the first, but I’m rolling with it.

things i want to tell you

It’s warm here today. Springlike. I’m wearing flats without tights. At this rate, tomorrow will find me in my bathing suit.

Yesterday I saw this adorable post on pugly pixel about glittery confetti nail polish, and when I found myself quite unexpectedly at Ulta later in the day and spied something similar, I grabbed it.

I painted one nail this morning, squealed with glee, and then painted all of Emma’s nails. Because c’mon, confetti nail polish?

It’s like my thumb is having a party and no other fingers were invited.

Should we continue talking about nail polish?

I thought the confetti would look fantastic layered over this shimmery polish I bought specifically for holiday festivities but never got around to putting on… but I do have a party to go to on Saturday night…

I also grabbed these two beauties, and I’m thinking alternating fingers with these two colors will look adorable:

Now, onto food. Today, I had both strawberries AND blueberries in my cereal. It was quite patriotic.

And coffee in my new favorite mug that I picked up at WDW last year.

She just needs some bags under her eyes and it would be PERFECT.

More food? Sure thing.

For dinner at a friends’ house last weekend, I wanted to do a fun dessert for the kids and a Valentine-themed dessert for adults. I then proceeded to lose every remaining bit of sanity I once possessed.

Witness:

 

Yes. That IS candy sushi. The last picture is blurry because all of my nerves were shot to hell at that point.

The next day, I made the biggest, ugliest cake ever:

It was neapolitan. Because I’m insane.

Fin.

things i want to tell you

It’s warm here today. Springlike. I’m wearing flats without tights. At this rate, tomorrow will find me in my bathing suit.

Yesterday I saw this adorable post on pugly pixel about glittery confetti nail polish, and when I found myself quite unexpectedly at Ulta later in the day and spied something similar, I grabbed it.

I painted one nail this morning, squealed with glee, and then painted all of Emma’s nails. Because c’mon, confetti nail polish?

It’s like my thumb is having a party and no other fingers were invited.

Should we continue talking about nail polish?

I thought the confetti would look fantastic layered over this shimmery polish I bought specifically for holiday festivities but never got around to putting on… but I do have a party to go to on Saturday night…

I also grabbed these two beauties, and I’m thinking alternating fingers with these two colors will look adorable:

Now, onto food. Today, I had both strawberries AND blueberries in my cereal. It was quite patriotic.

And coffee in my new favorite mug that I picked up at WDW last year.

She just needs some bags under her eyes and it would be PERFECT.

More food? Sure thing.

For dinner at a friends’ house last weekend, I wanted to do a fun dessert for the kids and a Valentine-themed dessert for adults. I then proceeded to lose every remaining bit of sanity I once possessed.

Witness:

Yes. That IS candy sushi. The last picture is blurry because all of my nerves were shot to hell at that point.

The next day, I made the biggest, ugliest cake ever:

It was neapolitan. Because I’m insane.

Fin.