Well, it's already mid-November, but I finally have a meal plan for the month to post. I did finish it last weekend, as I planned. But I didn't get it posted because my daughter is taking an online math class this year, and seems to always have the computer when I want to write a post! Not much in the line of trying new things this month, Thanksgiving is a big enough production to worry about!
Without further ado:
November 7: Breakfast for dinner
November 8: Yellow Soup w/Sourdough bread
November 9: Chicken Alfredo (we forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer, so this ended up being Pizza Night from Little Caesar's instead!)
November 10: Spaghetti
November 11: Date night
November 12: Leftovers
November 13: Creamy Chicken Piccata
November 14: Cheeseburgers
November 15: Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup
November 16: Salmon Patties and roasted veggies
November 17: Open...Maybe leftovers or maybe a teriyaki noodle dish I just found
November 18: Homemade Pizza
November 19: Leftovers
November 20: Church Potluck (I'll probably make mac and cheese or something like that)
November 21: Tilapia and Rice
November 22: Chicken Tikka Masala
November 23: Stromboli
November 24: Thanksgiving!
November 25: Leftovers
November 26: Still leftovers (or not... depending.)
November 27: Bacon Mac and Cheese (by family request)
November 28: Tilapia and Rice
November 29: Breakfast for dinner
November 30: Burrito/Nacho Night
In looking at the list, I don't feel like my family gave me very many "healthy" options when I asked them for ideas. But I have some ideas of how to make a few of these a little more healthy than they seem at face value. And then there are the ones that just aren't. *wink* Time to focus on making my lunches more "clean" when my dinners aren't!
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Friday, November 4, 2016
{Meal planning fail}
It's November 4th, and I don't have my menu plan done yet for the month. I feel like I'm flying blind. So those of you who tell me that I inspire you... Well, I don't always have it all together. Hopefully that will inspire someone. We all fail at times, which is actually pretty encouraging, if you stop to think about it.
You've heard of writer's block? I feel like I have menu planners block. My last two months were great, and we mostly stayed on track, but leading into November, I am just at a loss. I've added in a few things here and there, but mostly the month is blank. Sometimes, even when we are good at something, we still have moments where we fail.
Here's what I do when my own brain capacity begins to fail me. I reach out and ask for help. I text my family and ask them to send me menu ideas. Usually I hesitate to do this, because the responses I usually get are all the comfort foods they love... Which makes for quite the fattening month! With the holidays coming up, I try to make an effort to eat mostly healthy during the "normal" days, but then my family sends back things like this:
They're so helpful.
My main goal for the weekend? Finish planning the month. Otherwise, Red Robin and Papa Murphy's are going to take all my money. I'll be spending some time on Pinterest, reviewing what we've had recently (last 2 months), and filling in the gaps. And, planning our Thanksgiving holiday, which will be no small feat.
Wish me luck!!
xo,
Becca
You've heard of writer's block? I feel like I have menu planners block. My last two months were great, and we mostly stayed on track, but leading into November, I am just at a loss. I've added in a few things here and there, but mostly the month is blank. Sometimes, even when we are good at something, we still have moments where we fail.
Here's what I do when my own brain capacity begins to fail me. I reach out and ask for help. I text my family and ask them to send me menu ideas. Usually I hesitate to do this, because the responses I usually get are all the comfort foods they love... Which makes for quite the fattening month! With the holidays coming up, I try to make an effort to eat mostly healthy during the "normal" days, but then my family sends back things like this:
They're so helpful.
My main goal for the weekend? Finish planning the month. Otherwise, Red Robin and Papa Murphy's are going to take all my money. I'll be spending some time on Pinterest, reviewing what we've had recently (last 2 months), and filling in the gaps. And, planning our Thanksgiving holiday, which will be no small feat.
Wish me luck!!
xo,
Becca
Monday, October 31, 2016
{Baked Potato Soup}
This one is a family favorite. I got the original recipe years ago from a church cookbook that our church produced, so I can't take full credit for it. I have adapted it a bit over the years, but the main recipe is the same, courtesy of my friend Kevin Overbeck..
Creamy, delightful goodness. We can't wait for dinner when it is Potato Soup night.
Here's the lowdown:
Potatoes (I usually use 10 medium size russets, but roughly 2 per person)
Water to cover potatoes and a couple of cubes of bullion; I adjust a bit based on how many I'm feeding
~OR~
Chicken broth, enough to cover the potatoes
1 small onion, finely chopped
Generous sprinklings of garlic salt and white pepper
1 pkg bacon, cooked crisp and crumbled
1 C milk
1 C sour cream
1/2 C butter
1/2 flour
Green onions
Cheddar cheese
Bring potatoes, onion, garlic salt, white pepper and water or broth to a boil. Boil until potatoes are tender. While boiling, melt butter and add flour to make a roux. When potatoes are finished, reduce heat and add milk and sour cream. When the sour cream has blended, add roux and stir until thickened. Ladle into bowls and serve with green onions and cheddar cheese as garnish.
Creamy, delightful goodness. We can't wait for dinner when it is Potato Soup night.
Here's the lowdown:
Potatoes (I usually use 10 medium size russets, but roughly 2 per person)
Water to cover potatoes and a couple of cubes of bullion; I adjust a bit based on how many I'm feeding
~OR~
Chicken broth, enough to cover the potatoes
1 small onion, finely chopped
Generous sprinklings of garlic salt and white pepper
1 pkg bacon, cooked crisp and crumbled
1 C milk
1 C sour cream
1/2 C butter
1/2 flour
Green onions
Cheddar cheese
Sunday, October 30, 2016
{When SOMETHING HAPPENS}
That dream you have? Take action. Take a step. Move toward making it a reality. SOMETHING HAPPENS when you do.
Maybe that means that you make a big change. Maybe it means a small change. For some, moving toward a dream means a series of small steps and changes over time. For others, it means taking a leap of faith and jumping straight in with both feet.
My dream versus my current reality? I want to write more. I long to be a published author. I want to finish my children's book. Reality says I don't have time, I'm too busy, I'm too stressed by my day job to fuel my creative juices. In all truthfulness, I'm not sure I know the solution and all the steps I need to take to make something different happen. But I also know that the last time I made a step toward my dream, instead of away from it, SOMETHING HAPPENED.
Earlier this month, I blogged about how I took a step toward my dream and was rejected. I submitted my first article for publication and it was not selected. Rejection is something that can be devastating, or something that can be a catalyst. In this case, I decided that since my submission wasn't selected for publication, that I would go ahead and publish it on this blog. You can read it here. I shared it via my usual social media outlets, Facebook and Instagram. Many of you read it. And SOMETHING HAPPENED.
No, I didn't get "discovered" as a blogger or author. I didn't suddenly achieve my dream. But taking a step toward my dream effected change in my life. It's a small thing, really, but IT HAPPENED.
After publishing my little piece about my amazing grandparents, several family members read it. In the process of my family members reading it, both of my aunts realized my need for my grandma's Cottage Cheese Pie recipe. Within days of publishing my post on my blog and sharing it on Facebook, both of my aunts contacted me and sent me copies of the recipe. One of them is even in my grandma's handwriting. The tricky thing? The recipes don't match! Of course, no one is disappointed, in fact, we're excited to make them both so we can A/B them and decide which we like best. I wrote something, that caused my aunts to realize a need, that caused them to take action, and now I have two copies of a recipe that I didn't have at all before. SOMETHING HAPPENED.
This small change in my life would probably have gone mostly unnoticed, if not for my amazingly observant and perceptive hubby. He is the one who made the connection between taking a step toward my dream, albeit a small one, and that step causing a change in my life, albeit a small one. But when he pointed it out to me, the significance of the small step and the small change became huge to me. I took a chance. I stepped toward a dream. And even when that dream didn't happen the way I hoped, it created a change in my life. SOMETHING HAPPENED. And when something happens, it causes hope to grow and dreams to fly.
And so, even though my reality tells me that I don't have time, and often my creativity feels used up by stress and a busy life, I know that continuing to write and continuing to dream is something that is essential for me. Taking those small steps toward my dream, even if it never ends up looking like what I hope and wish for. But SOMETHING HAPPENS in my heart when I take a chance on my dreams. What steps (or leaps) will you take toward your dream?
Maybe that means that you make a big change. Maybe it means a small change. For some, moving toward a dream means a series of small steps and changes over time. For others, it means taking a leap of faith and jumping straight in with both feet.
My dream versus my current reality? I want to write more. I long to be a published author. I want to finish my children's book. Reality says I don't have time, I'm too busy, I'm too stressed by my day job to fuel my creative juices. In all truthfulness, I'm not sure I know the solution and all the steps I need to take to make something different happen. But I also know that the last time I made a step toward my dream, instead of away from it, SOMETHING HAPPENED.
Earlier this month, I blogged about how I took a step toward my dream and was rejected. I submitted my first article for publication and it was not selected. Rejection is something that can be devastating, or something that can be a catalyst. In this case, I decided that since my submission wasn't selected for publication, that I would go ahead and publish it on this blog. You can read it here. I shared it via my usual social media outlets, Facebook and Instagram. Many of you read it. And SOMETHING HAPPENED.
No, I didn't get "discovered" as a blogger or author. I didn't suddenly achieve my dream. But taking a step toward my dream effected change in my life. It's a small thing, really, but IT HAPPENED.
After publishing my little piece about my amazing grandparents, several family members read it. In the process of my family members reading it, both of my aunts realized my need for my grandma's Cottage Cheese Pie recipe. Within days of publishing my post on my blog and sharing it on Facebook, both of my aunts contacted me and sent me copies of the recipe. One of them is even in my grandma's handwriting. The tricky thing? The recipes don't match! Of course, no one is disappointed, in fact, we're excited to make them both so we can A/B them and decide which we like best. I wrote something, that caused my aunts to realize a need, that caused them to take action, and now I have two copies of a recipe that I didn't have at all before. SOMETHING HAPPENED.
This small change in my life would probably have gone mostly unnoticed, if not for my amazingly observant and perceptive hubby. He is the one who made the connection between taking a step toward my dream, albeit a small one, and that step causing a change in my life, albeit a small one. But when he pointed it out to me, the significance of the small step and the small change became huge to me. I took a chance. I stepped toward a dream. And even when that dream didn't happen the way I hoped, it created a change in my life. SOMETHING HAPPENED. And when something happens, it causes hope to grow and dreams to fly.
And so, even though my reality tells me that I don't have time, and often my creativity feels used up by stress and a busy life, I know that continuing to write and continuing to dream is something that is essential for me. Taking those small steps toward my dream, even if it never ends up looking like what I hope and wish for. But SOMETHING HAPPENS in my heart when I take a chance on my dreams. What steps (or leaps) will you take toward your dream?
Monday, October 17, 2016
{Around the Kitchen Table}
I've had the dream and itch to write and tell stories for about as long as I can remember. This little blog is just one small expression of that dream. I recently got a little audacious and actually submitted some writing to an online magazine. My first article was not accepted, and I'm still waiting to hear about the second. But I was recently encouraged to dream Big, Hairy, Audacious Dreams, and so even though this little piece wasn't deemed mag-worthy, I'm going to post it here. Usually I'm writing menu posts around here, but this fall-ish weather always has me thinking about family, and so this is what came out...
A little piece titled, "Around the Kitchen Table" by Rebecca Meek
I grew up on stories also.
I learned to describe my world at my grandfather’s typewriter, always in
his “spot” at my grandma’s kitchen table, unless it was time for dinner, of
course. I was impressed by his use of words and how he could sit in front of
his typewriter and create pictures out of words, pictures of a world he could
no longer see. I learned at his knee to
describe my life in ways that would enable him to “see” what I was describing. When I came home from school and sat at the
dining room table to discuss my day, it was not good enough to say my day was
“ok,” or even “fine.” Details were important.
I still recall his stories of life and imagination, so vivid and
descriptive, perhaps because he was telling from his memory, and was not bound
by what he could see.
When my grandfather lost his sight, my grandmother became
the breadwinner for the family. I heard
stories of the great Mike Mansfield, Montana senator at the time, who was able
to bring my oldest uncle home from Naval duty to help the family. My mom would talk about how she was able to
get a farm driver’s license at age 13, due to the special circumstances
surrounding my grandpa’s loss of eyesight.
My grandpa passed away when I was just 13, and I have missed his wisdom
and his stories.
As a young wife and mom, I was not confident in my cooking
skills unless I was making mac and cheese from a box or heating up some ravioli
from a can. I wanted to cook nutritious
and delicious food for my young family, but I was extremely insecure about
getting it wrong. As I began to branch
out from things I already knew how to cook, my grandma was on the other end of
the phone every time. The first time I
cooked a pot roast, I called her to find out how to make gravy. When I wanted to learn to make Rahm Nudeln, that
family comfort food I had grown up on, I learned in her kitchen. I recognized as each Christmas passed, that
eventually some of the things I wanted to know would pass on with her, and so I
learned how to make pink applesauce, how to roast a turkey, and how to make the
perfect pie crust. Now that I am older,
I miss being able to pick up the phone to ask questions, because I sometimes
forget how much sugar she used in her apple pies, and no one in the family
seems to have the exact recipe for cottage cheese pie.
In my grandmother’s kitchen, I learned not only to cook, but
I learned the value of time given to others.
Friendships were formed over cups of coffee at the kitchen table. Hours spent after family dinners playing card
games or just talking over pie and cookies are some of my best memories. If you wanted to dunk your cookie in coffee,
you had to have your own cup, because dunking in Grandma’s coffee was not
allowed. So many stories were told
around her kitchen table: how they planned to rent out the little house that
Grandpa built but no one would move way out to Target Range so they moved the
family there instead (and lived there until they both passed away); how Grandpa
called Grandma the day he couldn’t see enough anymore to make the drive home
from his worksite (“Hon, I can’t see to drive home”); how my aunt and uncle
used to live in a mobile home at the other end of the property and they had an
old phone line that ran direct between the two houses (which was eventually sold off). Stories that were funny, others that were
sad; stories that told of sacrifice for others, and stories of how love made
our family stronger. These stories gave
me a foundation as a child that love, family, and tradition are important.
Different stories are told around that kitchen table
now. The setting and characters have
changed, but the themes are the same.
These days, stories of glory of cross country teams and races permeate
our home, and how working hard for something you believe in brings brother- and
sisterhood friendships for life. Sacrifice. When we talk about our days,
and my daughter is required to tell me more than that her day was “fine,” and
we all laugh as she rambles as she makes sure to give us ALL the
backstory. Even as we laugh, we “see”
what she tells. Stories. We still tell the
story of Uncle Russell and his cigarette, and I imagine that someday, she will
tell her children and grandchildren, with a laugh and a smile, as she shows
them the burn mark on the edge of the table.
Tradition. I teach my children how to make Rahm Nudeln, and
they help me make the pink applesauce. Family.
My children have learned the same lessons I learned around this
table. And underlying it all, we find
that we have love.
A little piece titled, "Around the Kitchen Table" by Rebecca Meek
Around the kitchen table, she is always full of stories.
“Mom, remember last year when Chlo texted me that random
thing about my salad drowning in sauce?”
(No, I don’t remember.
And when did she stop calling me Momma?)
“Mom, a girl in my French class told me that I need to shape
my eyebrows.”
(Whatever. Your
eyebrows are amaze-balls.)
“Mom, today I got to pretend to be a farmer’s wife in
history class…”
(Laughter. Lots of
it. But only on my insides.)
It’s not like I can blame her. She has been told stories since she can
remember. She heard stories of how her
dad and I met (in our high school biology lab), and how the cigarette burn got
on the edge of the kitchen table when it still lived in my grandma’s kitchen (Uncle
Russell couldn’t reach the ashtray), and how you can’t lift the lid of the
frying pan too early when you are making Rahm Nudeln (a family recipe) or they
will burn. She knows that life lessons
and one-liners are found in the pages and frames of Harry Potter, the Lord of
the Rings and the Princess Bride.
I grew up on stories also.
I learned to describe my world at my grandfather’s typewriter, always in
his “spot” at my grandma’s kitchen table, unless it was time for dinner, of
course. I was impressed by his use of words and how he could sit in front of
his typewriter and create pictures out of words, pictures of a world he could
no longer see. I learned at his knee to
describe my life in ways that would enable him to “see” what I was describing. When I came home from school and sat at the
dining room table to discuss my day, it was not good enough to say my day was
“ok,” or even “fine.” Details were important.
I still recall his stories of life and imagination, so vivid and
descriptive, perhaps because he was telling from his memory, and was not bound
by what he could see.
Even as a child, I knew the value of giving something more
than the value of a single word. I
slacked off during my teenage years, when everything was “rad” or “cool.” When I
was around 8 years old, my grandpa asked me to describe the color blue. “What does blue look like, Bec?” My heart hurt when I discovered that I
couldn’t really, truly describe it, and also that he could no longer see
it. He lost his sight from diabetes
complications about 13 years before I was born.
When my grandfather lost his sight, my grandmother became
the breadwinner for the family. I heard
stories of the great Mike Mansfield, Montana senator at the time, who was able
to bring my oldest uncle home from Naval duty to help the family. My mom would talk about how she was able to
get a farm driver’s license at age 13, due to the special circumstances
surrounding my grandpa’s loss of eyesight.
My grandpa passed away when I was just 13, and I have missed his wisdom
and his stories.
If I learned my love of words from the stories I heard from
my grandpa, I learned my love of family tradition and good food from my
grandma. My grandma was an extremely generous person, in her love, her time,
her home, and her experience. I had the wonderful blessing of knowing her well
into my adult life, and for my children to be old enough to really know her and
her love.
As a young wife and mom, I was not confident in my cooking
skills unless I was making mac and cheese from a box or heating up some ravioli
from a can. I wanted to cook nutritious
and delicious food for my young family, but I was extremely insecure about
getting it wrong. As I began to branch
out from things I already knew how to cook, my grandma was on the other end of
the phone every time. The first time I
cooked a pot roast, I called her to find out how to make gravy. When I wanted to learn to make Rahm Nudeln, that
family comfort food I had grown up on, I learned in her kitchen. I recognized as each Christmas passed, that
eventually some of the things I wanted to know would pass on with her, and so I
learned how to make pink applesauce, how to roast a turkey, and how to make the
perfect pie crust. Now that I am older,
I miss being able to pick up the phone to ask questions, because I sometimes
forget how much sugar she used in her apple pies, and no one in the family
seems to have the exact recipe for cottage cheese pie. 
In my grandmother’s kitchen, I learned not only to cook, but
I learned the value of time given to others.
Friendships were formed over cups of coffee at the kitchen table. Hours spent after family dinners playing card
games or just talking over pie and cookies are some of my best memories. If you wanted to dunk your cookie in coffee,
you had to have your own cup, because dunking in Grandma’s coffee was not
allowed. So many stories were told
around her kitchen table: how they planned to rent out the little house that
Grandpa built but no one would move way out to Target Range so they moved the
family there instead (and lived there until they both passed away); how Grandpa
called Grandma the day he couldn’t see enough anymore to make the drive home
from his worksite (“Hon, I can’t see to drive home”); how my aunt and uncle
used to live in a mobile home at the other end of the property and they had an
old phone line that ran direct between the two houses (which was eventually sold off). Stories that were funny, others that were
sad; stories that told of sacrifice for others, and stories of how love made
our family stronger. These stories gave
me a foundation as a child that love, family, and tradition are important.
Different stories are told around that kitchen table
now. The setting and characters have
changed, but the themes are the same.
These days, stories of glory of cross country teams and races permeate
our home, and how working hard for something you believe in brings brother- and
sisterhood friendships for life. Sacrifice. When we talk about our days,
and my daughter is required to tell me more than that her day was “fine,” and
we all laugh as she rambles as she makes sure to give us ALL the
backstory. Even as we laugh, we “see”
what she tells. Stories. We still tell the
story of Uncle Russell and his cigarette, and I imagine that someday, she will
tell her children and grandchildren, with a laugh and a smile, as she shows
them the burn mark on the edge of the table.
Tradition. I teach my children how to make Rahm Nudeln, and
they help me make the pink applesauce. Family.
My children have learned the same lessons I learned around this
table. And underlying it all, we find
that we have love. Saturday, October 8, 2016
{October Meal Plan}
Wow, time sometimes gets away from me. The start to this school year has been very busy, with new schedules and lots of cross-country meets. When I have weeks like last week and this week, my menu planning saves the day!
Here is my October plan! (Links provided where I have them, if you'd like recipe that's not linked, comment or shoot me an email, and I'll get it to you!)
October 1: Leftover day, usually, but we had guests, so I did a pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob!
October 2: Leftover day for reals.
October 3: Cheap Chicken Monday (our local Safeway has deals on fried chicken, and Jon was "cooking").
October 4: Baked Potato Soup
October 5: Leftover soup
October 6: Irish Pastie Pot Pie
October 7: Pizza Nite!
October 8: Leftovers
October 9: Thai Peanut Chicken Quinoa Bowls
October 10: Chicken Tikka Masala
October 11: Homemade Gyros *Here is how I season the meat, but I cook it differently than their directions. I make the meat into large patties and we grill it, then cut the patties into strips for our gyros. I also just use lean ground beef, but you could do ground turkey, lamb, or a mixture of your preference.
October 12: Chicken Fried Rice
October 13: Crispy Chicken Tortilla Rollups
October 14: Homemade Pizza
October 15: Leftovers
October 16: Lasagna
October 17: Moroccan Chicken Stew
October 18: Beef Stroganoff
October 19: Creamy Chicken Picatta
October 20: Leftovers
October 21: Taco Bar
October 22: Chicken with rice pilaf and roasted asparagus
October 23: Roast with Mashed Potatoes
October 24: Slow Cooker Indian Chicken Stew
October 25: Leftovers
October 26: Shepherd's Pie
October 27: Baked Potato Soup
October 28: Leftovers
October 29: Pizza night
October 30: Paninis
October 31: Halloween... who knows?
Here is my October plan! (Links provided where I have them, if you'd like recipe that's not linked, comment or shoot me an email, and I'll get it to you!)
October 1: Leftover day, usually, but we had guests, so I did a pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob!
October 2: Leftover day for reals.
October 3: Cheap Chicken Monday (our local Safeway has deals on fried chicken, and Jon was "cooking").
October 4: Baked Potato Soup
October 5: Leftover soup
October 6: Irish Pastie Pot Pie
October 7: Pizza Nite!
October 8: Leftovers
October 9: Thai Peanut Chicken Quinoa Bowls
October 10: Chicken Tikka Masala
October 11: Homemade Gyros *Here is how I season the meat, but I cook it differently than their directions. I make the meat into large patties and we grill it, then cut the patties into strips for our gyros. I also just use lean ground beef, but you could do ground turkey, lamb, or a mixture of your preference.
October 12: Chicken Fried Rice
October 13: Crispy Chicken Tortilla Rollups
October 14: Homemade Pizza
October 15: Leftovers
October 16: Lasagna
October 17: Moroccan Chicken Stew
October 18: Beef Stroganoff
October 19: Creamy Chicken Picatta
October 20: Leftovers
October 21: Taco Bar
October 22: Chicken with rice pilaf and roasted asparagus
October 23: Roast with Mashed Potatoes
October 24: Slow Cooker Indian Chicken Stew
October 25: Leftovers
October 26: Shepherd's Pie
October 27: Baked Potato Soup
October 28: Leftovers
October 29: Pizza night
October 30: Paninis
October 31: Halloween... who knows?
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
{September Meal Plan}
It was only August 23rd, and my September meal plan was all good to go. Now I'm finally getting around to posting it for you all!
I've left room for myself to make some changes along the way, since we will be adjusting to being back to school, having a college student with a different schedule from the rest of us, and balancing the running and XC meet schedules as well.
Recipe links are included if I have them, but much of this month is planned from tried and true standard fare from my kitchen. Give me a comment if you are wondering about a recipe with no link. Here you go!
September 1: Eating out, on our way to Gabe's XC meet in Moscow, ID.
September 2: Teriyaki chicken stir fry and rice
September 3: Beef in Stout with Dumplings (from my Irish pub cookbook, can't wait to try this!)
September 4: Leftovers
September 5: Creamy Chicken Penne
September 6: Beef Stew
September 7: Fried Tilapia and Rice
September 8: Taco Soup
September 9: Chicken Enchiladas
September 10: Leftovers
September 11: Paninis
September 12: Yellow Soup
September 13: Sausage & Ramnoodla (a family recipe!)
September 14: Chicken with Angel Hair and Bearnaise sauce
September 15: Dublin Coddle (also from my pub cookbook!!)
September 16: Steak Burritos
September 17: Leftovers
September 18: ??
September 19: Chili
September 20: Enchilada Casserole
September 21: Leftovers
September 22: Chicken Fried Rice
September 23-25: Travel to Missoula, so we will eat out or with parents
September 26: Lettuce Wraps
September 27: Spaghetti
September 28: Teriyaki Chicken stir fry with rice
September 29: Leftovers
September 30: Homemade Pizza
We are trying a couple of new things, but they are from an old school cookbook, so no link! I'm hoping to try some more new things in October!
Cheers!
I've left room for myself to make some changes along the way, since we will be adjusting to being back to school, having a college student with a different schedule from the rest of us, and balancing the running and XC meet schedules as well.
Recipe links are included if I have them, but much of this month is planned from tried and true standard fare from my kitchen. Give me a comment if you are wondering about a recipe with no link. Here you go!
September 1: Eating out, on our way to Gabe's XC meet in Moscow, ID.
September 2: Teriyaki chicken stir fry and rice
September 3: Beef in Stout with Dumplings (from my Irish pub cookbook, can't wait to try this!)
September 4: Leftovers
September 5: Creamy Chicken Penne
September 6: Beef Stew
September 7: Fried Tilapia and Rice
September 8: Taco Soup
September 9: Chicken Enchiladas
September 10: Leftovers
September 11: Paninis
September 12: Yellow Soup
September 13: Sausage & Ramnoodla (a family recipe!)
September 14: Chicken with Angel Hair and Bearnaise sauce
September 15: Dublin Coddle (also from my pub cookbook!!)
September 16: Steak Burritos
September 17: Leftovers
September 18: ??
September 19: Chili
September 20: Enchilada Casserole
September 21: Leftovers
September 22: Chicken Fried Rice
September 23-25: Travel to Missoula, so we will eat out or with parents
September 26: Lettuce Wraps
September 27: Spaghetti
September 28: Teriyaki Chicken stir fry with rice
September 29: Leftovers
September 30: Homemade Pizza
We are trying a couple of new things, but they are from an old school cookbook, so no link! I'm hoping to try some more new things in October!
Cheers!
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