I am grateful that bed time is fast approaching because today is a day that I would’ve preferred to have spent napping. I’m not necessarily feeling to well, and I’m also noticing my spellchecker isn’t working properly — very bad for when I’m prone to typographical errors. I’m grateful that I’ll soon be consuming a bad of macaroni and cheese, and I’m grateful that I’ll possibly even attempt from-scratch brownies (it should take 5 minutes max to throw some ingredients in a bowl — the oven can do the hard work). I’m extra grateful for the baked eggplant slices I have for sandwiches this week. All it took was a little slicing, breading, baking in the oven, and a nice storage container. I made some wheat rolls to eat them on, although I apparently still have a long way to go in terms of baking wheat bread. Luckily I don’t have to do anything when the bread is supposed to be rising — it’s not like I have to sit and babysit the dough as it rises. I’m grateful for episodes of Good Eats in which Alton Brown utilizes those magnificent sock puppets. That guy is absolutely hilarious.
I realize this is probably the most disjointed piece I’ve written in a while, but I took a weekend off of writing. Let’s say I was using the time to be more mindful, even if it didn’t quite work out that way. It’s the effort that counts, isn’t it?
I have to keep Rachel away from your blog. If I don’t, she’s going to get crazy ideas like I’ve been slacking and I’m supposed to be baking bread. Stop setting mothering standards impossibly high! I can’t do it! The guilt! 😉
You can assure Rachel that where I’m setting the bar high with delicious food, I’m lacking in the whole getting laundry folded and put away department. 😉