Wednesday, February 29, 2012

a fine example of a family man

Eric talks sometimes about his dad (Wayne), how he is ultra-patient, ultra-easy going, ultra-forgiving.

People always talk about how Eric looks more and more like his dad every day.

I have to say, I absolutely adore Eric's father.

Nearly two years ago, I snapped a picture of Wayne on a typical summer afternoon.  He was sitting on an easy-chair, surrounded by grand-daughters, reading a picture book to them all.  That's a pretty typical scene for Wayne.  He's often surrounded by grandchildren.  They adore him and he adores them all right back.

I'm sure there are many reasons for this, but I'm pretty sure that one of them has to do with his gentle patient manner.

So, when I see Eric like this, it warms my heart, and the rest of me from my head to my toes.

(That's a Polly Pocket Doll, in case you were wondering.)


5 points for the name of the song
2 points for the musical
other points awarded by whim 

Monday, February 27, 2012

You'll stay up till this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building!

(Warning:  I have the potential with this post to mortify one of my brothers, while simultaneously offending my mom and dad.  Let's home I do neither.)

I told this story to the primary children back in January.  I was teaching the second verse of the song, As a Child of God, which says:

I feel so safe and happy because
such feelings of peace come from family love

I wanted to make the point that our families can be a place where we can feel happy and safe together, and that everyone in the family, even a little child can make a difference in the amount and intensity of family love there.

It went well,  and I've been meaning to write it down here, just so I can have a record of it.  You see, it's a really good story.

So, here goes:

* * *

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Me and Bobby, back in the days when sparkly blue shorts were the epitome of awesomeness.

When I was a little girl, I had the meanest parents in the whole world.  Let me tell you why.  See, every Saturday morning, I had to do Saturday jobs!  Can you believe that?  I had to either clean the kitchen, or dust and vacuum the living room, or pick up and vacuum the family room, AND I had to scrub one of the bathrooms, AND I had to make sure my own bedroom was all clean.  I could watch cartoons in the morning for a little while, but once breakfast was over, all the kids in my family had to get to work on Saturday jobs.  We HATED them!   We just wanted to play and have fun, and instead of doing that, we had to work for a whole hour every Saturday, and sometimes even more.  It was so hard.

Well, one year, I was looking at the calendar, and I discovered a terrible thing.  I discovered that my birthday that year was going to be on a Saturday.  Oh tragedy!  I would have to do Saturday jobs on my birthday!   Could there be anything worse?  I knew that even if it was my birthday, the house would still need to be cleaned, and so I wouldn't be able to get out of doing my jobs on that day.  I was totally bummed out about it, but I decided that I would just have to come up with a plan.

After thinking about it for a few weeks, I decided that I would ask my mom if I could do my Saturday jobs on Friday after school instead of Saturday.  She said that would be fine, so I was glad that I'd be able to get those jobs over with and have a birthday with no Saturday jobs in it.

Well, the Friday before my birthday came.  I got home from school, and I was just getting the vacuum cleaner out of the hall closet when my younger brother Bobby found me.  He had been looking for me, even though I didn't know it.  He saw me with the vacuum cleaner and he told me to stop what I was doing.  I told him that I wasn't going to stop because I wanted to get my Saturday jobs done so I could have a nice easy birthday the next day.

Then he told me that for his birthday present to me, he would do my Saturday jobs.


The next day, my brother did all my Saturday jobs, AND all of his Saturday jobs.  None of us liked to do Saturday jobs, and that day my brother did twice as many as any of the other kids ever had to do.  I got to have an easy day with no Saturday jobs at all.  When I think about birthday presents, that one is maybe the best birthday present I've ever received.  I'm sure you can see why.

There's something else about this story that I want to tell you, maybe the most important part.  See, when Bobby and I were little, sometimes we would fight and quarrel about things.  Sometimes we would even hit each other and do other mean things like that.  But, when Bobby did my Saturday jobs for me, it made me realize that he and I, we were on the same team.  I felt like we were together, and that our whole family was together, and that we would take care of each other.  Just like the song says, it made me feel safe and happy, and loved.

That feeling has carried though the rest of my life.  My brothers and sisters and parents are some of my very very very best friends.  I love to see them, and I love to talk with them.  But best of all, I feel totally safe with them because I know that we are all on the same team, that we will take care of each other and do everything we can to keep each other safe and happy.  And for me, a big part of that started when my little brother did my Saturday jobs all for me.

The End.


You know what to do!  

(And if you don't, read here)

5 points for the name of the song
2 points for the name of the musical
other points awarded as whims dictate

Friday, February 24, 2012

my recent life in random sentences and pictures

I've decided I can't pin anything new to my pinterest boards on until I've gone through and cleaned out what I already have there.  Also, I'm not following any boards anymore that have to do with food, unless it's healthy/low-fat food.  My cravings while surfing around on the web have lessened considerably.  Wa-hoo!

Heather told a random stranger at Stake Conference awhile ago that she didn't have any brothers or sisters because her mom was too old to have any more babies.  Nice.  (There's a lot of truth to that when you come down to it, but do we really need to be sharing that information with the world?  The joys of having a three-year old!)

I found DVDs of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency at the library recently, and following the advice of one of you (I can't remember which one, sorry!)  I checked it out.  Love it!  I'm not a big fan of the African chanting -type music that you hear sometimes, but aside from that, I find it everything that I love.  Quirky, suspenseful, good-hearted, funny, clean, and charming.  What could be better?

You'll remember that I'm trying to eat better, right?  Well, have I found a guilt-free treat!  For breakfast at least three or four times a week, I have a bowl of Quick & Easy Steel Cut Irish Oatmeal.  It's basically like minute rice, but for steel cut oats.  I take about 1/4 to 1/3 cup, pour boiling water over it, and let it sit for as long as it takes me to cut up whatever fresh fruit we have on hand.  Sometimes I add a little sugar if the fruit is on the tart side.  The oats are a little crunchy, but that's the way I like them.  It is heaven.  So far I've had it with strawberries, apples (and brown sugar), and mangoes.  I've yet to be disappointed.

If you would have told me twenty  ten  two years ago that oatmeal would be a breakfast treat I would have laughed my teeth out at you.  How things change.

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Midwinter Musical Madness will start next week.  Either Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, depending on when I get around to posting again.  So, stay tuned!


Thursday, February 23, 2012


So, for nearly eight months, I had a little task on my "to do" list.  I would see it there, and push it to the end of the list.  A week or two later, it would crop back up on the top of the list, and I'd push it down again.  But, finally, I decided enough was enough, and I bit the bullet and got out our 72-hour kits.

The plan is that I go through these every year, especially now that we have Heather, whose needs seem to change every three or four months.  The reality is that I hadn't gone through these since Heather was eating rice cereal and wearing onesies most days.  So, we were (way more than eight months over-) due for an update.

Heather and I spent the better part of a day grocery shopping for non-perishable food items, and then just going through the other items that we had packed, rotating out the clothing that no longer fit (that was the case for all three of us, unfortunately), and rotating in clothing that would be more comfortable in the case of an emergency.  Heather got her own kit this time around, for the first time ever.  She was quite pleased with her little backpack.  I asked her to put it on a few times, to assure myself that I hadn't packed it too full, that it would be something that she would be able to carry around for a little while if necessary.



She loved it.

She loved it so much in fact, that nearly every day since, she has asked me with a longing sort of hope in her voice, "Mom, is today an emergency?"

I take comfort in the fact that if we do find ourselves in an emergency, at least Heather will have the satisfaction and joy of being able to carry around her emergency backpack.

Funny kid.



For those who are interested, here is a basic rundown in what we have in our 72-hour kits.  Mine and Eric's are housed in medium-sized duffle bags, Heathers is (obviously) housed in a small back-pack.  


Day 1            Breakfast        1 granola bar
                                    1 fruit roll
                                    1 hot cocoa
                 Lunch              1 beef jerky
                                    1 box raisins
                                    1 cider drink

             Dinner             1 pkg crackers
                                    1 pudding
            Snack              3 pieces candy
                                    3 pieces gum
Day 2
            Breakfast        1 granola bar
                                    1 hot cocoa

            Lunch              1 beef jerky
                                    1 box raisins
                                    1 cider drink

            Dinner             1 pkg goldfish
                                    1 pkg soup
                                    1 beef jerky

            Snack              3 pieces candy
                                    3 sticks gum
 Day 3
            Breakfast        1 pkg oatmeal
                                    1 hot cocoa

            Lunch              1 pkg soup
                                    1 pkg goldfish
                                    1 beef jerky

            Dinner             1 granola bar
                                    1 fruit roll
            Snack              5 pieces candy
                                    4 sticks gum
(1 cup and spoon included)
Supposedly these will all keep for 6 years.  

As for the other items, we follow fairly close to this list.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Hopping Back on the Wagon -- Part Two of Two

Image courtesy of LAZ Reader via i-tunes

My second New Years' Resolution is one that I kind of started back in December, when I joined that gym.

I know, it's a real shocker, and makes me totally unique among Americans in general, and particularly middle- aged Americans, but the fact is, my second New Years Resolution is to improve my physical health through more-consistent-and more-strenuous exercise and a more-healthy diet. (which for me, means way less sweets and less fat).

I've set some pretty specific goals along these lines, but none of them are terribly unique or interesting, so this will be short.  Basically, I exercise for 40 minutes every weekday, doing a mixture of cardio work and weight lifting.  I'm making sacrifices so that I get eight hours of sleep a night, or at the very least, seven.   Something new I've added is religious (and public (gulp!))  food journaling.  I'm hoping that this will help me gain an added measure of motivation to avoid all the sweets that I love so much.  I'm also rewarding myself this time around for goals met, such as making it to the gym every day in a week, pounds and inches lost, healthy eating for a specific amount of time, etc. etc.

Finally, around the first of every month, I'm planning to take a good hard look at what I'm doing, how I'm feeling, and what I think is working and what I think is not working.  So, in March, if I feel like I'm on track, then I'll keep up what I'm doing.  If not, then maybe I'll start actually (gasp!) counting calories.  Or, maybe I'll look into Weight Watchers or some other program.  I'm not at all interested in a program where they give me the food (a la Nutrisystem, etc.) just because I don't see myself living that way for the rest of my life, and I'm much more interested in making a lifestyle change than I am in simply losing weight.

So, we'll see how it goes.  So far, so good.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

three girls = love

I had the best day yesterday.

It was filled to overflowing with my (our) favorite things.

little girls
riding the bus
free saturdays at the anthropology museum
cafe rio
sitting with the arm of my #1 man around me for two uninterrupted hours  
(a/k/a the adult session of stake conference)
grown-up girl bonding time

I'll write about it in more detail and with about a million pictures at some point (soonish), but in the meantime, I feel the need to share this totally-cracks-me-up-video of the show to which I was treated as we were all waiting for the bus.  

Life is good.  
Soooo good.


Friday, February 17, 2012

Random Photo Friday--Nostalgia Edition

Nearly every weekend, we pick one of the nights and have movie night.


I was thrilled to find Pete's Dragon at the video rental store.  Such good memories!

We got a bill of sale right here, that says he belongs to US!

Classic lyrics right there folks.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Today--Valentine edition

Today, Eric and I and Heather and Grandpa Cantwell will be having a Valentine lunch at Logan's Heroes, as per our tradition.

Today, Heather and I will be cleaning the downstairs, including  the mopping of the floor.  Forget Valentines, that alone makes this a red letter day.

Today I will wear my somewhat tacky heart necklace that I wear once a year, and that Heather uses the other 364 days to create magic castles on my bed as I put on my jewelry in the morning.

Today, I will make a big batch of spaghetti sauce, boil up some spaghetti and throw together some foccacia bread for our Valentine's day feast.

Today, we will indulge with this delicious chocolate cake (ours will use pero instead of coffee, and will be two layers instead of three).  That's for me, 'cuz I'm a chocolate fiend.  However, we also have Valentine sugar cookies made up to appease Eric and his not-so-chocolate loving ways.

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Never fear--all but eight of these have already gone to good homes.

Today, we will see some of our favorite people in the world, as they will be joining us for our Valentines Day Feast.

Today, I will think back on some of the Valentine's Days that I haven't loved (the year Eric got laid off, on Valentines Day, the year it dumped feet of snow on my little valley, nixing the excursion to a fabulous resort location in the mountains that had been planned all for me, the year I spent Valentines weekend home alone, watching Titanic documentaries as well as the Leo DiCaprio version), and some that I have loved very much (pretty much every one for the last five, plus several others interspersed here and there) and I'll be grateful and content to be where I am, doing what I'm doing.

Today promises to be a good day.


Monday, February 13, 2012

Hopping Back on the Wagon--Part One of Two

So, this year I decided a few things about my New Years' Resolutions.
  1. I decided that I would write them down here.
  2. I decided that I would wait until February to actually set them in stone (or pixels, or dots per inch, or whatever you call text on a computer screen).  I wanted to have the chance to live with them for a bit, to determine whether or not I wanted to commit to them for all of 2012.  

So, it's February now, and I'm ready to commit.  I have two resolutions/goals, and they basically come down to improving both my spiritual health and physical health.

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First, I'm going to recommit myself to consistent scripture study.  It's funny (but sad) that as Heather has gotten older, my scripture study has gotten proportionately more sporadic.  On the one hand, Heather demands a lot of attention, so I can see why that's happened.  On the other hand though, Heather is not dependent on me for her every need like she was when she was an infant.  So, theoretically, I should be able to find more time for the scriptures, not less.  (And let's be honest--I'm able to find time to check facebook, read and write blogs, and even bop around on pinterest quite regularly.  Are any of those things comparable in importance to scripture study?  I think we know the answer to that.)

I ran this goal by Eric a few weeks ago, and he gave me a brilliant suggestion.  Although I try to read scriptures before Heather is up, the fact is, she is getting up earlier and earlier these days (6:03 this morning, thank you very much), and so that is not always possible.  However, Eric suggested that on those (frequent) days when Heather is awake while I'm reading, I could explain it all to her, tell her that I am reading the scriptures, that it is something very special, and that these are some of my very favorite books.  Then I could invite her to take a few minutes and quietly read some of  her favorite books while I do the same.

So, I tried it, and it worked.  When I'm reading the scriptures, Heather will also read the scriptures, look at her reader, turn the pages of her own small Book of Mormon, look at other books, etc.  Sometimes she wants to talk, but I can usually gently remind her that this is our special scripture time, and that we can talk when that time is over, and she understands and accepts that.  To be honest, I've been pleasantly surprised at how well that's all been turning out.  Here's hoping that it continues along this route for the next eleven months.

This post is about as long as I want to write for now, so I'll save the details on my second goal for another day.  


Image courtesy of djaquay

Friday, February 10, 2012

Random Photo Friday--Bedtime Reading, Part Two

In connection with this post, Harmony asked about Heather's bedtime reading.

I aim to please:

The downstairs book basket, from which bedtime selections are made.
(I rotate these from time to time, though some never leave the basket.)

Curious George is the undisputed leader in the battle for both Heather's and Eric's affections.  I can't tell you how helpful Curious George goes to the Hospital has been on days when we have had to visit the doctor.

The Berenstain Bears are also beloved favorites.

Lately, the lone CareBears book in our collection has been getting quite a bit of play.  

Thursday, February 09, 2012


We had the best weekend.

Friday evening I got a little grumpy.  It had been an ugly duckling day, a day where I felt not-very-pretty.  You've had those days, haven't you?  Not fun.  The evening got better however, and by the time I went to bed, I was feeling much better.

Saturday dawned early (why can't Heather understand the concept of Saturday sleep-ins?), and the morning was filled with vegetable gathering (again, Bountiful Baskets), fridge cleaning, berry washing (remember--if you swirl your berries in a bowl of 1 part vinegar to 10 parts water, they will stay fresh about five times as long), endless question answering and gussy-ing.  We then headed to Millville for the baptism of our niece (Big) Emma.  On the way there, I remarked to Eric (in a "poor me" voice) that I was having a hard time with the fact that weekends had ceased to be freetime/downtime somewhere around the minute that we brought Heather home from the hospital, and although I wouldn't change it for the world, the fact was, sometimes I mourned the loss of freedom.  Like that morning, for example.

(Eric had nothing to say to that.  He's a smart man, seeing as how generally whatever he says when I'm in that mood is the wrong thing.)

And then, everything turned around.  We pulled up to the church just as the rest of the family was getting there, and we were all overjoyed to see everyone, especially Heather (because, Hello??  COUSINS!!!!)  It was a joyful reunion for everyone.

Emma's baptism was a treat.  For a special musical number, instead of having something rehearsed, every primary child in the congregation was invited to come to the front of the chapel and sing a primary song (When I am Baptized).  Heather decided that she wanted to go up, which I thought was wonderful, but I wasn't expecting her to actually know the song.  Silly me.  She boldly marched up to the designated "short kid" spot in the front, and sang right along with the kids, missing words and phrases here and there, but overall doing a fabulous job.  I might have cried with joy, but she alternated between looking so adorable and so funny that I never got introspective enough to get emotional.  Works for me.

After the baptism, we all went out to Grandma's house for Hawaiian Haystacks, and what turned out to be the downtime that I was mourning.  Once we were filled to the brim with delicious (and nutritious) Hawaiian Haystacks, Heather left on what turned out to be a three-hour cousin playing spree, where I was not asked a single "how come" or "why".  Actually, come to think of it, I was pretty much ignored by Heather for the remainder of the time we were there.  For my part, I sat at the table, my legs resting on an adjacent chair, unfinished baby afghan in hand, and crocheted and chatted with my two sisters-in-law.  Others joined us and left us during the course of the (marathon) conversation, bringing new topics and new perspectives and new comforts.  The hours flew by, and before I knew it, it was dark outside, and time to go home.

And that my friends, turned the weekend completely around for me.  The next day (Sunday) was pleasant, and the week started with me feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and grateful.

What's not to like about that?


Monday, February 06, 2012

I'm tempted to frame about eight of these yellow umbrella pics

As you might remember, sometimes, particularly when I'm feeling that magical intersection between cash-strapped and restless, I play a game called "pretend I don't live here."

A bit ago, just such an opportunity presented itself.

It was the weekend.  We had planned to travel to the Salt Lake area, spend the day playing there (Ikea?  The Gateway Fountain? The Children's Museum? the Treehouse Museum in Ogden?  The possibilities were endless), spend the night with cousin Cecily and co., get up the next morning and attend church in Centerville, where we would listen to the mission report of one of my favorite cousins, spend the afternoon chatting with other favorite cousins and their parents, and then hit the road, arriving back in Cache Valley Sunday evening.  I was looking forward to it.  I had arranged for one of my neighbors to cover my primary singing duties and everything.

And then, the weather forecast started looking iffy.  And more iffy.  And even a bit ominous.

And, Friday afternoon, I determined that we wouldn't be going on our little trip.  I called my primary substitute and told her I'd be around after all, I called cousin Cecily's mom and told her we wouldn't be staying.  I e-mailed my aunt (the missionary cousin's mom, and one of Heather's namesakes) and told her not to expect us.

I spent about 30 minutes being disappointed and bummed out.

And then, I decided that since we already had the day cleared, there was no sense in filling it up with stuff like laundry and bathroom cleaning, and that Heather and I were going to have a little Cache Valley tourist day.  I did a little bit of internet searching, and within 30 more minutes, we had a plan set up that had me excited about sticking around close to home.

The next day, we enjoyed a slow morning, and then we hopped into the car and drove to the bus station, because that's what tourists do--taking public transit, I mean.

It was raining, so we took our umbrellas.



After about 20 minutes, our bus came, and we boarded the Cache Valley Transit Bus for the first time in either of our lives!  (The bus is free, so I have not excuse for not having tried it before.  Oh well.)

We both really liked the bus experience.  There were plenty of people to talk to, and Heather was by far the youngest person on the bus, so she got a little bit of special treatment.  For my part, I really enjoyed being able to just sit and ride for a bit, without having to worry about traffic signals and stuff.  Sometimes, it's just really nice to be able to devote my attention to Heather's never ending stream of "whys" and "howcomes" and "what is thats", without having to juggle those questions along with my own thoughts of "what's the speed limit here", and "is this where I want to turn", and "did you really just pull out in front of me, jerk sir?"  And of course, there was the joy of NO CAR SEAT SNAPS TO ATTACH AND DETACH ALL THE TIME.  That is a vacation in and of itself!

Almost too soon, we were at our stop, which happened to be Utah State University.

We were headed to the Museum of Anthropology, where we were going to learn all about pirates as part of the (free) Saturdays at the Museum program.

Heather, lover of all things precipitation, took her own sweet time getting from the bus drop off to the museum.  Since we were on vacation, and had no pressing engagements ('cuz that's what vacation is all about), I indulged her in her wanderings.  It took us nearly 30 minutes to walk from the Field House to Old Main, a distance I used to cover in 5 minutes in my student days.


The museum did not disappoint.  The crowd was manageable (which was good, because the museum is smallish), the activities were interesting, and we both had a great time.  Heather made her own pirate ship and eye patch, and the nice museum lady even made her a pirate dagger, AND one for her to take home for dad.  To top off the experience, we were even able to see real live pirates!  (Well, to me they looked more like random college students wearing eye patches, but Heather was thrilled to her toes to see them, so I kept my suspicions to myself.)




After we had enjoyed all the fun we could stand, we went outside to find that our rain had turned to snow.  Once again, Heather wanted to spend an inordinate amount of time tromping around in the weather, and once again I indulged her.




Then, as happens to the best of us sometimes, Heather went from happy and content to freezing and whiney in a matter of about thirty seconds.  We bee-lined it to the bus stop, and hopped back on the bus, where the people watching and sight-seeing got Heather's mind off her cold wet feet, thankfully.

We finished our trip with a stop at Angies for hot chocolate.
(Home of Melissa's favorite bacon, of which we ordered none.  Sorry Melissa)



A perfect end to a fabulous day.

Seriously, who needs to travel?  Sometimes, there is just no place like home.
(But, we're planning a trip to Disneyland in the spring.  So, obviously not all the time.)


Friday, February 03, 2012

(not-so) Random Photo Friday--meal plan edition

A few of you (mainly sisters-in-law)(and yes, Robert, there was more than one person thank you very much) were impressed by my two week meal plan that I mentioned in the previous post.

So, as much as I'd like to have you all believe that I am an amazing dinner-maker as well as a pretty good mom, I thought we might need a little dose of reality around these parts.


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The top note (a 4x6 card) is the 2 week meal plan.  It includes the following:

  • Freezer meals every Monday and Wednesday (two of the three days per week that I work at the office instead of from home)
  • New recipes I've never tried (usually) on Tuesdays
  • Recipes that have earned their place in the recipe binder of joy (usually) on Thursdays & Fridays
  • Leftovers on Saturdays
  • Random recipes (usually new ones, unless we are having company over, which only happens about three or four times a year) on Sundays
The bottom note is a listing of all the perishable items that we have.  I keep it in the kitchen as a reminder to myself that we have lots of good food that I don't want to spoil.  As we eat it up (or it spoils), I cross it off the list.

Extra Info #1:  This list will probably last me three or four weeks.  That's because we will inevitably have other options for dinner, and those options will push these options down the list.  For example, Monday, instead of having a freezer meal, we had dinner and FHE at Heidi and Eden's.  Then, yesterday, instead of having Hamburger Macaroni Soup, we had a "fend-for-yourself night", primarily because we met Eric and Grandpa Cantwell for lunch earlier in the day, and ate so much that we were too full for a real meal that night.  (Heather had Mac & Cheese, I had a spinach/peach/strawberry smoothie.  Eric had steamed spinach.)

Extra Info #2:  For those of you who can't read my writing (which includes me, at times), here's a little translation:

  • Monday #1 & 2= freezer
  • Tuesday #1-Greek Isle Pizza (This was a new recipe.  I made it and gave it thumbs up, especially on day two.  Eric's vote was a tepid sideways thumb, and Heather was a definite thumbs down.  This recipe did not make it into the binder of recipe joy.)
  • Tuesday #2--Hamburger Macaroni Soup.  (Haven't had this yet)
  • Wednesday #1&2-freezer
  • Thursday #1--Brussels Sprout Delight, Fish Marinated in Olive Oil  (These are two old favorites.  We had them and loved them.) 
  • Thursday #2--Kung Pao Chicken, Edamame  (I'll probably switch out the edamame, which is frozen, for roasted broccoli, which is fresh and needs to be eaten.)
  • Friday #1--Broccoli Apple Salad (a new recipe, and a bust.  Didn't make it into the binder of joy), Chicken with Sun-dried Tomatoes (a new recipe--didn't end up trying it yet.  We'll see.)
  • Friday #2--Spinach Lasagna Roll-ups--(an old favorite)
  • Saturday #1 &2 --leftovers
  • Sunday #1--Pineapple Chicken (new recipe-haven't made it yet)(Last Sunday we had leftover Indian Food that I had purchased at a birthday party the previous night.)
  • Sunday #2--Potato & Bacon Fritata (new recipe--haven't made it yet--I often like to have breakfast foods for Sunday dinner)

And there you have it.  Feeling better about yourself now?  I thought so.

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