“Dinneeeer!” Mom would call up the stairs to me and my brothers. I would have just heard the garage door close from Dad’s car rolling in and like the annoyingly astute kid, I was in the middle of my homework. So, I would trek downstairs, sit down, say grace with the family and start eating what had been lovingly prepared hours earlier. Sounds perfectly normal, right? Sure, family having dinner. Yippie skippie everybody. Well, see what wasn’t really “normal” was that it was usually around 8:30 – sometimes even 8:45 – instead of the 5:30-7 dinner hour.
Ready?! Set?! Go!!! Ahhhh!!!
That about sums up how I feel in the morning sometimes. As Miss M and I head to daycare and work, respectively, this slap of surreality in the mornings has been hitting me. Don’t worry, Mom and Ryan, I am paying attention to the road and I am being safe, but boy it is strange how much can change in a year. About this time last year, I was still expecting! And looking back, it’s just amazing/strange/neat/and I feel like I need to pinch myself.
I used to be a vegetarian. One more time: I used to be a vegetarian. Ha! Even as I type it, I am giggling at the memories. Why? Not because I do not wholeheartedly support those who choose that way of life (I honestly, thoroughly admire it). In fact, I have often thought about revisiting vegetarianism again for several reasons (health, environmental impact, and financial motivation).
Announcing…the end of the summer post and a scuh-rump-tious salad to go with it! Midwestern Tabbouleh – pronounced TA-BOO-LEE (see it even sounds cool!).
How moly, it’s August. Not only does that mean getting ready for the school year, it also means, for us garden and veggie lovers, it’s harvest time. Right now is the best time for sweet corn (Midwest is best!), ripe round tomatoes, humongous zucchini and cabbage, fresh lettuce, and one of my all time favorite garden herbs, basil.
Well, I’m just plain embarrassed. Not quite the turn-my-cheeks-rosy and want-to-go-hide-in-a-corner level of embarrassed. It’s more like when you just waved to someone you thought you knew, but turned out to be a total stranger. Yes, it’s been almost been a whole month since my last entry. Tisk tisk, Megan, I know. Wag your finger at me all you want, blogosphere, but I’ve had some big stuff goin’ on. And I’m playin’ that card.
Grilled zucchini with salty cured meat and some creamy provolone cheese, all layered together with toasted bread makes one heck of a summer sandwich. How do I know this? Well, I’ve made it two times in the past month and am now planning a third.
A bigger bonus is that I can do it all on our handy-dandy panini press that we received as a wedding gift years back.
Wow. Wow. Wow. It’s really been three weeks worth of wooooooows since I posted the Apfel kuchen recipe. Since then, a lot has changed – don’t worry – all good things. Let’s just say that the carefree, garden-tending, cooking, blogging, art-making, mommying-filled, leisurely summer I had pictured in my mind’s eye earlier this month has now transitioned to…
Apfel? Kuchen? What the heck does that mean?
Okay, so I’m a teacher, right? A stand-up, honest, goody-two-shoes type. So, it probably goes without saying that I’m not one to advocate for or encourage cheating…