Surprise! NO real menu this week. Which is kind of stupid, because THIS of all weeks is the time I probably *should* be making a weekly menu.
This week, you see … is FRONT YARD VEGETABLE GARDEN week. Over the past 3 weeks I’ve been writing and typing and photographing until my fingernails fell off. Why you ask? Mainly to gross people out, but secondly so I could take an entire week off … to tackle the front yard.
I pre-wrote all of my posts for next week. And they’re some of my best posts ever, if I do say so myself. Perfect French Fries anyone???? Yup. That’s comin’ up. I’ll still be around to read comments and play around on Facebook and such. I just won’t have the pressure of writing and editing 6 posts.
I know blogging probably seems like the kind of occupation (Hah hah! I just called blogging an occupation!) where you can take time off whenever you want, but it sadly doesn’t work that way. There’s this whole blogging mafia type thing and if you take a day off they punish you. Your first offence is just a slap on the wrist (which makes typing really difficult) and anything beyond that, they impose a complete “Chevron” ban. . They take away your right to ever post anything with a Chevron pattern. Ever. So clearly they mean business this blog mafia.
I put in more hours of work as a blogger than I ever did as a television host. Plus no one goes shopping for my clothes for me anymore. Which, of course, sucks. But blogging is fun, and I love it, so who cares? The only problem is … you really don’t get any time off. No. Not even weekends. Which makes large projects, the kind I have an affinity for, almost impossible.
Last year when I built the chicken coop I was so frazzled about 2 months into it I was literally gluing myself together. So, this year for my majorish project (The Front Yard Vegetable Garden) I’ve decided to be a bit smarter about it, and give myself time to do it without the distraction of having to write posts.
I’ve pre-written a full week’s worth of posts so for 7 days I can wake up, walk outside, work until dark, come inside, fall on the carpet and eat whatever bug happens to wander past my slack jawed face.
Which brings me to the topic at hand … no menu this week. Cooking is a large part of my life. Partly because I love to eat and partly because I love to cook. But with something like this going on, the thought of having to stop and come inside to make food angers me. Ironically the only thing that angers me more is not having something good to eat for dinner.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do but I figure I’ll pull it together with whatever stuff I can find in the freezer. Nothing caps off a hard day of manual labour like a Mr. Freeze that’s gone slightly gooey and a gel filled ice pack.
Actually, I know for a fact I have some damn good Jalapeño Perogies in there, some Homemade Pizza Dough and Sauce and if I dig deep enough some Roasted Red Pepper & Smoked Tomato Soup. It’s not me I’m worried about so much as the fella. He requires a fair amount of sustenance for someone so delicate looking.
See? I’m not tied to my weekly menu. I can deviate. I can roll with the munches. So long as I have a fully stocked freezer, a massive project to complete and carpet full of bugs.