I don’t know why, but I have a hard time believing it’s only Wednesday. And I’m a week behind for some reason. I keep thinking that it’s still last week. I have plans for Friday night, but for some oddball reason, I keep thinking my plans are for next Friday. I just wish April would hurry up. And Spring.
I decided last weekend that I want to try and go a whole week without eating out, although I realized I’ll have to make one, possibly two exceptions. This afternoon, I had a lunch date with Abby & Amy, which was supposed to have happened last week, but we had to reschedule. The other is if we go to Sioux Falls on Saturday. Jay’s been craving Texas Roadhouse, and I’m inclined to make exceptions for Sioux Falls. I’m hoping to do more shopping at Pomegranate Market–We’re now out of ground beef, and I want more milk from Burbach’s Dairy. I’ve got 5 glass bottles just looking to be returned. I think I’ll only come home with 2 bottles, though. $8 for a gallon of milk is a bit much, but it’s amazing just how much better the taste is. Or, it’s amazing that there actually IS taste. Even if the milk’s coming from Nebraska.
I took both chicken and some steaks out to thaw, but as of this evening, both were still semi-frozen. So I went to my usual back-up:
That gave me an excuse to use one of the new mini-whisks Jay bought me over the weekend. I was upset about something, and he knows kitchen gadgets and things of that sort cheer me up (as do Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, which he also bought me). After that, though, everything seemed to fall apart. I had 3/4 of a loaf of bread left from the batch I made last weekend. I sliced off a piece only to discover mold growing on it. Bah! I’ll slice mold off cheese & still use it, but as soon as I see it on bread, the bread’s gone. And while I was dealing with that, I then noticed the hash browns were a little well-done.
And I was annoyed because I wanted toast, and at the last minute, I remembered that we still had about half a loaf of Italian bread. So I got my toast. And after that, I fixed myself a bowl of ice cream: