This is going to be a VERY busy week for me. All kinds of STUFF going on and because of that I’m throwing caution to the wind and not making a weekly menu. (you can’t see, but I just crossed myself Catholic-style)
I’m going to … gulp … wing it. Which is the exact opposite of what a person should do when they’re very busy. When you’re very busy is the exact time that you should plan your meals carefully and down to the T so no time is wasted standing in front of the open fridge, mouth agape wondering if olives rolled in cornflake crumbs covers all the basic food groups.
My niece recently had yet ANOTHER baby (she’s like 12 years old and is married with 3 kids already) and when she got home from the hospital she hadn’t planned for any meals. Truth be told, I made her family meals for the first week she was home ’cause I’m a star like that. Plus now I never have to do anything for her ever again.
The first night I didn’t make dinner for them she was obviously VERY busy and hadn’t planned any of her meals. Hence the shining example of nutrition she laid out that took the form of grilled cheese sandwiches made out of Cheez Whiz on hamburger buns, with cut up hot dogs floating in some kind of sauce if I remember correctly.
This no planning of the menu when you’re busy, is the kind of reckless behaviour that leads to evening meals of spoonfuls of strawberry jam chased by forkfuls of peanut butter. Which actually sounds kindda Cordon Bleu compared to my niece’s meal.
O.K. I’m back. I was just in the fridge grabbing the jam. So, as I said no menu this week. Which I can assure you is going to be a total disaster the likes of which have never been seen. G-20 in Toronto disaster. No more clean underwear and already wore them all inside-out disaster. Seeing a spider run by and having nothing but the paperback book you’re reading to squish it with disaster. I know. Serious shit.
SHhhhhhhh … Oh my God. As I sit here typing, I’m sure I can hear a mouse in my kitchen garbage. Uch. I’m going to choose to ignore it. So long as it stays away from my jam, what do I care? In fact if it gets rid of some of the garbage in my garbage so I don’t have to change it as much I’m all FOR the mouse. Go nuts little rodent … eat up.
So wish me luck. And if someone could send some bread for the jam and peanut butter, that’d be great. ‘Cause as it stands now all I have are hamburger buns. And to be perfectly honest with you, I’m quickly running out of jam.