Oct
25
Ever have a “meh…” kind of day? Yeah. Me too.
- It Takes a Special Kind of Talent…: So, you know our whole Meatless Mondays kick? So far, so good. I am combing the cookbooks and Teh Interwebs and trying new things. It’s good. But I have to say, it’s going to be hit or miss for awhile, and while we’re prepared for that, we were not prepared for the epic culinary FAIL of last night’s dinner. I found a recipe for quiche in one of the cookbooks here — it was a crustless quiche, but DUDE. WE LOVES OUR PIE HERE. So I decided to make the recipe, only with a pie crust. It had many of our very most favourite things in it: potatoes, onions, peppers, lots of cheddar cheese, eggs… I was SO excited. And I put these quiches together, and they came out BEAUTIFUL. A more gorgeous quiche I could not have imagined! Bubbly cheese, browned bits of vegetabley goodness… I was thrilled. So I dished it up, and we were all OMG SO EXCITED. And then? DISAPPOINTMENT. I tell you solemnly, it was THE BLANDEST THING I HAVE EVER EATEN. The textures were wonderful. It was perfectly cooked. All these gorgeous ingredients came together to make… a whole pie full of NOTHING. It was just… blah. We couldn’t understand it. We’ll try the recipe again, but maybe next time try something like… a zippier kind of cheese? Some of those “egg substitute” kinds of products with herbs and cheeses in them? I don’t know.
- From the “Glass Is Half Full” Department: On the plus side of my Epic Culinary Fail of last night, we decided to try to offer Stinkerbelle some quiche. Yes, we offered the Kid With The Oral Motor Eating Issues a piece of quiche, full of mixed textures, knowing that she has rejected eggs out of hand any time we have offered it, and that she has never tried onions, or peppers… I don’t know WHAT we could have been thinking. Anyway. She likes pie, and she likes potatoes, so why not? So, even though it was bland, flavourless pie… we slathered it in ketchup, and SHE ATE A WHOLE SLICE. Or, 90 percent of a slice, anyway… as near enough as to count as a full serving in my books. I could have cried, I was so pleased. BUT. Now I’m a little worried that if I screw around with the bland pie she ate, I’ll come up with something she WON’T eat.
- Catch-22: I wrote last week about how That Girl has decided that naps are NO GOOD NO. Okay, so, I thought, I’m okay with that. Developmentally on schedule and all that, we can cope, right? So we said, Right. Quiet time, if you won’t nap. And she was ALL OVER THAT IDEA LIKE A BAD SMELL. She had three days of quiet time. By the third day, she was getting increasingly frantic and bananas and sleep deprived was not a good look for her. And by day four, Monday — A SCHOOL DAY — she was OUTER LIMITS. She was crabby and, when I arrived early to pick her up from school, I heard her hollering FROM INSIDE THE CLASSROOM, over all the singing, talking kids, about “IS IT TIME TO GO HOME YET I WANT TO GO AND SEE MY MOMMY KTHXBAI!” And then, she had a mishap with a friend after class that involved a) falling down and 2) two heads bumped against the wall and/or floor. After which, she pitched an OMG DRAMA LLAMA CRYING FIT because we had to LEAVE MIBBY. So I said I AM SO OVER QUIET TIME AND YOU ARE NAPPING TODAY. And she was very happy with this OH YES SHE WAS. And woke up as happy as can be. So today, after a morning of swimming lessons and playing, I suggested a little nap might be in order. And, not surprisingly, we are back on the NO NAP NOOOOO train. And went back to a quiet time experiment again today. Now, I am thinking, maybe we’ll have to alternate days or something. But I tell you truly, we are less than a week in and I am SO OVER THIS PHASE ALREADY.
- I’ll Have Three Novembers To Go, Please: So, it’s been cold and raining since approximately AUGUST, except for a lovely couple of weeks of actual fall-like weather earlier this month. It’s like NOVEMBER out there. And I am TOTALLY over it. My hair is doing this weird cowlick thingy in front, there’s mud everywhere, and we’re stuck inside because it’s too damp for much else. It’s cold and the wet means we’re chilled all the damn time. And, oh yeah, I HATE NOVEMBER. And we haven’t even officially HAD November yet. The only saving grace is that there hasn’t been any snow… YET. Although for the first time, I saw SNOWFLAKES on our little forecast icons for later in the week. It has since changed. Good thing too, because otherwise, I was going to WRITE SOMEONE A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER OH YES I WAS. Because that? Is how I roll. (Don’t tell anyone I secretly kind of enjoyed putting the fireplace on this week.)
