This is an odd, disjointed post for a food blog. I hope you’ll indulge me just this once. It will include my week’s menus and even some food photos, to appease the gods of on-topic posts.
I’ve been neglecting this blog lately, as part of a spiral I think most of you will recognize:
- Go too long between posts
- Feel bad about that and decide you’ll post as soon as you finish a really good one
- Get really busy and combine that with beating yourself up about neglecting the blog
- Lather, rinse, repeat
Two things have brought me out of my spiral. One was seeing this video, thanks to Meriah of With a Little Moxie. I really recommend it (and I thank YouTube for letting me embed it in privacy mode; I hate it when outside content wants to set cookies for my readers even if they don’t click the link).
The second thing was deciding to make this post. It’s not perfect. It’s not polished. It doesn’t say anything you haven’t heard before. But it’s my way of reaching out to you, and coming back to posting, because I believe that if you’re seeing these words, you’re part of my extended community, and I want to be a part of that community in my own, imperfect way.
Oh! And here’s my menu for the week. Nothing too snazzy. I’m in school more than full-time, and working besides, so even taking the few minutes to write this post feels like an indulgence. One that’s worth it, certainly, but an indulgence nonetheless.
Breakfast: Potatoes and eggs and oro blanco
Lunch: Veggie sloppy joes
Dinner: Kimchi soup and rice (James prefers not to have noodles in the soup itself, but I like something starchy with it, so I’ll toss some rice in my soup and let him choose for himself.)
Monday: Chicken with barbecue sauce; buttered noodles; peas; salad
Tuesday: Black bean burger tacos
Wednesday: I leave for school at 8am and get home around 11pm; James fends for himself, and I eat at the school cafeteria or I take snacks to snack on
Thursday: Spaghetti and meatballs; James’s “special zucchini”; salad
Friday: James will make us sandwiches or something. By Friday night, I’m fried.
Saturday: Dinner out with Guy; James will fend for himself
Let’s not be perfect. Let’s begin where we are, be ourselves, and share each other’s joys and struggles, shall we?