I just finished eating the most beautiful vibrant kale salad with roasted vegetables, smoked pine nuts, and organic low-fat, vitamin rich, gluten/grain/sugar/carb/sodium free vinegarette dressing.
Ha, ha. Just kidding. I had a microwaved macaroni and cheese cup and a granola bar.
And I paired it with a ice cold diet coke. Yay, diets!
While most people are resolving to eat healthy I’m just hoping to eat dinner before 9pm every night. I try to cook at home as much as possible since it can get expensive to eat out frequently and even my belly needs a break from fast food every once in a while. I still struggle with presenting my family with delicious and nutritious complete meals in a timely manner. I swear I get home by 5pm every night and I blink and suddenly it’s 7:30pm and children are starting to revolt on me like tiny revolutionists out of hunger. Viva la chicken nuggets! Or something.
But I can’t feed my children pb&j or cereal every night. I know this. I do meal plan, but that’s mostly for shopping purposes. My schedule is so stretched and my freezer space so limited that food prep is difficult to make happen. I feel like we are also in a food rut. The same five meals seem to be our go-to, but it feels mundane. I pin recipes all the time that look amazing. I am constantly searching for those “easy delicious healthy meals in five steps” recipes. Except, I feel like every one of those is a lie, there’s about a frillion steps and mama doesn’t have time to make homemade beef bone broth, nor do I have all of the many obscure ingredients it calls for. Suddenly the “easy delicious healthy meal in five steps” costs me $100 and five hours to make. Anyway, only four out of the five people in my house will probably end up liking it. Statistics are weird. So are children.
I save all of my leftovers for lunches at work. I am the sole leftover-er in our home, which works out because I hate wasting things. I also like to think of it as healthy hoarding. But those save five meals in rotation can quickly turn into 10 or 15 of the same damn reheated thing over and over. I’m currently taking a sabbatical from spaghetti. Ugh. I can’t even look at marina right now.
Then again there are some foods that just don’t last in our house. Bananas, oranges, string cheese, and mom’s not-so-secret stash of miniature Reese’s Cups practically evaporate as soon as they are carried through the door. Poof! Like magic.
Speaking of magicians, it sure would be nice if I could hire out one of those to make dinner happen on time. Abracadabra…, here’s a lovely pot roast with all the fixings. But then of course I’d need that magician to also magically do my dishes. And fold the laundry. And do bath time, because ohmyGOD, bath time. Do I ever loathe bath time.
On second thought, I don’t need a magician. This is a job for some sort of super hero, someone who can be ALL THE THINGS and still plate a inexpensive healthy meal that everyone loves and will happily gobble up.
I need a wife.