How our week went. Foodwise.

I want to say that today was a weird food day for us, but in all reality, it wasn’t weird. And it was actually a good food week. Not because just because it was Christmas, but because I made an effort to make better food.

On Monday, I don’t recall what I made for breakfast or lunch, but I know for dinner my daughter had a Stouffer’s Mac and Cheese, and D and I have roast beef sandwiches on Italian bread. We ate dinner after coming home from shopping for Christmas dinner.

On Tuesday (Christmas Eve), again I don’t recall what I made for breakfast or lunch (I really didn’t think I’d actually have the guts to start this blog, so I didn’t pay attention), but for dinner I made potato leek soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, and D wanted ham, so I put a ham in the oven, and luckily I didn’t forget about it. His parents brought over chips and crackers, and made a shrimp cheese dip that his family evidently loves, but the idea of cheese, shrimp and mayo just does not do it for me. As a matter of fact, the smell of the mayo sent me running out the front and kept me outside for a good 15 minutes trying to take deep breathes through my nose to calm my tummy. His mom felt bad and kept the dip covered the rest of the evening. I felt bad that none of them could enjoy their family tradition. Luckily the soup and grilled cheese sandwiches were awesome.

On Wednesday, I don’t remember even making breakfast, though I’m sure I must have at some point. For dinner I made lasagna. Which I managed to screw up because I wasn’t thinking ahead enough steps, and I wasn’t paying attention, and luckily it was edible. (note to self, never attempt to hid spinach in a red sauce again, it just turns everything brown!) Even luckier, it held up to the tried and true rule of Italian food, that it just kept getting better each day of leftovers.

On Thursday, I slept in and didn’t make breakfast for D, but when he came home at midday, I made him a breakfast scramble with hash browns, onions, bacon, and eggs. I attempted to make my daughter an omelet, but I got distracted and burnt the butter in the pan, so I just added that omelet to D’s bowl, wiped the pan out and then made my self and my little girl each a plain cheese omelet. We had leftover lasagna for dinner.

On Friday, I again didn’t get up to make D breakfast, but I did make breakfast for my daughter and I. I put Pillsbury orange rolls (which I had bought for Christmas morning) in the waffle iron. I got the idea of Pinterest, and I can only say I wish I had thought of it sooner. It was faster, easier, and less sticky that making them the way the instructions say, and my little girl ate them like regular waffles with syrup, so I didn’t have to share the frosting. D came home and had a ham sandwich, and we snacked on leftovers the rest of the night.

Saturday (yesterday,) I invited D’s parents over again, because they had to put one of their dogs down the day before. I used the new food processor I got for Christmas and made oatmeal waffles for breakfast. We finished off the lasagna, we had more ham sandwiches, and we finished off the potato leek soup, none of us really distinguishing whether we were eating lunch or dinner. My daughter ate hot dogs for dinner, after eating only 1 waffle at breakfast. I guess her growth spurt is over.

Today, I didn’t make breakfast. We all slept in, and by the time I felt like cooking, it was lunch time. I made a first ever attempt at French onion soup for D and I, and my little girl wanted hot dogs again. It didn’t occur to me until dinner time that it was what she ate the day before. (and this is exactly why I need to be paying attention to what we eat!) The French onion soup was deceptively simple. D even admitted that he hadn’t expected it to taste that good with so few ingredients. For dinner I made country fried steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. I used a packet gravy mix, because for the life of me, I’ve never been able to make country gravy that tastes good. I made my daughter at least eat the potatoes and corn, and even though it’s now 9 o’clock, she’s still picking at it, most likely thinking that I’m going to give in and make her something else.

Hopefully tomorrow is a better day.