I woke up to a beautiful mess this morning.
The leftovers from a night with a friend I haven’t seen face-to-face in well over a year. We had party prepping to do cuz this girl is throwing some fabulous parties while she is in the states for 2 weeks. So somewhere between the triple batch of lime curd and granola making, we got caught up. It was the perfect kind of cooking with a friend date I love to have. And we didn’t have to redo anything from being distracted by our stories either!
While cleaning up this morning, I had this forced time to just think about the previous week. It was in fact one of those weeks. Pure crazy every single day. You know.
I kind of can’t believe I’m on this side of a crazy week (like we all have) and not feeling defeated in the health department. I think I’m realizing that something is sticking and changing in bigger ways than I thought because I have more options now when it comes to stressful weeks.
I can not even count the times when in hectic and tired circumstances, I just end up feeling forced to feed myself and family things that are quick and easy just to get through. I either spend more money than I want or compromise on quality. And I am not judging that need. I’ve been there and when you are weighing your not-so-great options, one has to choose what is best in that moment and move on to the next thing in hopes of something better, right?
But it dawned on me today that there are people out there that get through stressful weeks and don’t also have to deal with food guilt because they’ve learned how to maintain a different way. I’m feeling that thing right now and it’s starting to be more familiar. I ate whole and clean without having to really think about it this week. I made it to Saturday realizing that while I’m obviously a little worn out form a crazy week, I don’t also feel like I have a week’s worth of choices to try to undo or feel like junk about. I didn’t go backwards. And while starting over is a beautiful thing, I could seriously get used to not having to dig so deep on a weekly basis.
And just in case you are curious, this is the very unglamorous truth of how I ate and fed my family this week. It wasn’t special. There were no flashy recipes, but it was good enough and it got me to here feeling _______ . Huh, if only I could name this thing. Not defeated? Not discouraged? Not apathetic. Whatever that word would be.
1. Roasted broccoli and cauliflower with spaghetti sauce. My friend Lisa and whole30 partner in crime gave me this idea. It’s fast and really very satisfying. I think it’s going on the list for the week.
2. Countless bowls of hash and eggs. Duh. I’m still not sick of it.
3. Hamburgers, fried onions, roasted vegetables, tomatoes and mustard. This is the 2nd easiest thing I’ve found to whip up, even when it’s way past a normal dinner time and the 1st easiest thing would be to pick up take-out. It saved me from that twice this week.
3. Pork chops with friend onions and apples. Yum and super super simple! Ella and Cole begged for this when they were younger after reading Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I’m here to tell you this did not take more than 20 minutes to cook. We added some roasted veggies and called it delicious.
4. Picadillo style ground beef (Tim adds onions, tomatoes, cumin, oregano and chili powder) over slice avocados squeezed with lime juice, salt, pepper and this week’s special sauce: roasted tomatillo salsa.
I roasted tomatillos last Sunday night as opposed to using fresh tomatillos like the week before.
In a food processor I added 8 cooled roasted tomatillos and 4 split garlic cloves, 1 jalepeño pepper, 1/2 of a white onion chopped and rinsed, 2/3 cup cilantro leaves and 1/2 cup water.
5. Berry basil cups.
This actually was a highlight. I attended a warehouse warming party. A neighbor friend of a friend named Sarah runs this most adorable vintage rental company called On Solid Ground Vintage Rentals. And by adorable I mean there were lots and lots of old things that I’d love to sit in and farm jam cocktails served in little jars. Ugh. Cuteness. But even though I was not partaking in the drinks and desserts, I was not deprived. Look at the little baking cups filled with berries, basil and a wood fork.
Except for this fabulous outing, it was not a fancy week of food. I ate a lot of repeat meals and a few lunches were lara bars and hard boiled eggs on the run, but I made it through. And I don’t feel like I want a complete redo this morning.
So whatever that feeling is after a week like this? I want more of that.
And lastly, this morning I had to look because it has not been on my mind, but I am on day 20 of my 2nd round of whole 30. Only 10 days left? 30 days goes so fast people.
And since I’m wanting to make something other than food at the moment, I’m off to grab a cold La Croix and a paint brush.