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Gourmet Supper

February 9, 2009

Yougourmet2 know, not every night is a three course meal. Tonight was just one of those nights. I starting thawing a chicken, having every intention of putting it in the oven before I had to leave for the day to pick up the kids and start the craziness, but somehow (I don’t know how it could have happened…) I got busy blogging, and the chicken just didn’t make it all the way to the oven. And then it was the school to pick up the kids, and Dick’s for a new pair of volleyball kicks, off to drop Autumn at tumbling, then to Rachael’s to teach, and next to the grocery store… Somehow, by 6:40 p.m., roast chicken, steamed veggies, and baked sweet potatoes had taken a weary second fiddle to scrambled eggs, fried bologna, and toast wit apple butter. Gour-met.

I found myself, as I whipped everything up, thinking about my friend Barbara’s daughter Courtney. She was over around a week or two ago, and I had her help me prepare a quite yummy low-fat chicken noodle casserole. I had no expectation that she would actually eat it after it was made…she is notorious for not eating much of anything other than chicken nuggets, pizza, and macaroni and cheese (yup…she’s a Mikey). Ironically enough, she loved it. I think it had something to do with engaging her to help with the actual cooking–it taught me something about getting kids involved in kitchen tasks.

But anyway–Courtney was so funny as we bustled around the kitchen together, piecing together the recipe components. At one point she stopped and thoughtfully looked around at the mess. “Do you cook like this every night?”

Honestly…every night that I am able. With Autumn tumbling four weeknights out of five until 6:30, it’s difficult. But I try to put together casseroles in the morning hours, or put things in the crock pot, or chop veggies ahead of time. Whatever I can do to make the prep simpler or cut time off of the meal, I try. We went the route last year where we ate out or did fast food nearly all of the time, and it was horrible. I’d rather eat late than do that again.

So our gourmet Monday meal consisted of scrambled eggs with Velveeta, fried bologna, and toast, and you know what? Duane said it was the best thing he’d eaten in a long time. Yay me.

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