Alarm. Wake up. Hit snooze. Snooze.
Alarm. Wake up. Hit snooze. Snooze.
Alarm. Wake up. Don’t hit snooze. Get up. Boil water. Make tea. Sit on edge of bed. Drink tea. Get a grip. Get dressed. Get dog dressed. Go outside. Walk dog. Play fetch. Talk shit. Pick up shit. Return home.
Feed dog. Get undressed. Take shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed again. Get on bike. Ride to work. Work.
Sound familiar?
What about breakfast?
Jul 23
Staff of life, baby.
A big part of my strategy for meeting this budget of $50 a week per adult (and let’s not forget the $25 per week for the kid) is to make or grow as much of our food as possible. Within reason, that is. I could refuse to buy anything at all that could be made at home, but then I would never get anything done in my free time but food-making, and that’s just not the life I want, thanks. When I’m not toddler-wrangling, I have books to write, a garden to tend, Facebook Scrabble to play… And yeah, there’s this husband guy who hangs around the house, and he likes to get some attention, too. So it’s all well and good to make most of what I can, as long as I enjoy doing it, but I need to draw the line somewhere. I’d go nuts trying to do it all.
For dinner Friday I made mjaddarah (using this recipe), hummus (using this recipe and the food processor Adam left in our basement), sauteed swiss chard, cucumber slices, and naan (using this AMAZING recipe. You should all go make naan right now. It was that good. Though, I used a griddle instead of the grill. I’m not a grill kinda girl.)
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