|Dear Captain Highliner: you give me wicked bad heartburn (image from HERE)|
I seem to once again be in a little bit of a funk. Yeah, the SUPPLEMENT can't apparently solve all of my problems. Yes, it's helped with PMS, but I guess it can't do anything to alter my natural cynical, crusty, blech-o, curmudgeonly state.
What this means to YOU, my friends, is that basically I've been wicked tired, and then when I'm wicked tired, I invariably forget that I'm probably really tired from a) going to bed too late, and b) doing to much housewifery, and I conclude that I have some sort of debilitating syndrome, or nasty disease.
Then I sit and spend some quality time with my good friend GOOGLE. This is never a good idea. Last time I was ridinkulously tired, I leapt to FULL BODY CANCER. Well, if not full body cancer, I once again fretted about ovarian cancer, or--my particular juicy favourite--pancreatic cancer.
Yesterday, after a temporarily debilitating afternoon nap, I found myself googling Hashimoto's Thyroiditis. What?!? You don't like autoimmune diseases? You don't want to fall into a little hypochondriac daydreaming about possibly having Myasthenea Gravis or a soupçon of Sjogren's Syndrome one day?
Anyone? Anyone? No?
I can't help it. I NEED SLEEP, people. Regular, quality SLEEP.
So, basically what this means, is that when I'm v. tired, the dinner quality tends to go a little downhill. Instead of some slow-cooked masterpiece, with sautéed mushrooms, and balsamic glazes and such, I take one step up from pouring the family individual bowls of cereal.
Monday Night Crapserole:
* Kraft Dinner with broccoli.
This, sadly, is one of Ella's favourite dinners. She likes it so much, she'll often request "cheese noodles with broccoli" for days before I cave in and make it for her.
This involves, cooking the Kraft dinner noodles for 3 minutes, then dumping some chopped broccoli florets into the bowling water/noodles for another three minutes, draining, and making a sauce from that packet of super orange cheese powder, souped up with some extra grated cheddar, and a little milk. Dump noodles and heinous green veg back into that sauce and voila, dinner is served. And guess what: starch, protein and veg are taken care of in one pot.
In my defense, the broccoli hasn't had the nutrients murdered out of it by overcooking, and because dark green vegetables are actually THE DEVIL, it's like eating broccoli with cheese sauce! See? I'm a genius. Everybody likes cheese sauce. In fact, cheese sauce was actually invented because most vegetables are disgusting. And cake was invented as a transport medium for icing. See? Cooking is a very logical process.
Tired Tuesday Garbage Smorgasbord
* frozen fish triangles with boiled potatoes and canned green beans
My brother, the food snob who eats dinner usually at 10 PM, because it takes time to make that homemade pasta for his freaking Pasta Puttanesca thinks that the boiled potato chunk is the bottom of the barrel for cooked potatoes. Sure, it's a little lowbrow, but the girlie is not particularly impressed by a crispy, roasted potato wedge.
So, while I heated up those greasy triangles in the oven, I chopped up some taters (but leave the skins on, because that's where the POTASSIUM PARTY IS, yo!) , and cranked a can open. Then I nuked those green things.
When I was a kid, I freaking LURVED canned green beans. I thought they were delicious. I could eat the entire can of the stuff. I'd have seconds of those bad boys, no problem. And come to think of it, it was the 70's and 80's, so all my sandwiches were on fluffy white bread, my apples were peeled because the skin was yucky, the beans came lovingly out of a can, my cereal had zero grams of fibre in it, and I tried to avoid the pears in the canned fruit cocktail as much as possible. This is why towel strings were so deliciously appealing for a while, I'm thinking.
But, canned green beans are now fairly horrid. See? I'm all growed up.
So, my girlie and I sat side by side, dipping our minced "fish" triangles into ketchup, and our little potato cubes into ketchup, and that girl was RAVING over her dinner, for the second night in a row. Much better than a lovely, homemade, vegetabley goodness soup, or some unforgivable stir fry. Heaven forfend any of those foods should be placed in front of her.
I have discovered something though: I can no longer eat like a kid. The heartburn/indegestion that ensued was legendary.
Better put in an effort tonight.
What's your shamefully lazy go-to meal?