I am so freaking over strawberry season right now.
Don’t get me wrong, I love strawberries. I’m happy to eat them, cook with them, and make ice cream out of them, but for the love of Pete, I’m done processing them.
Horrible confession: a few weeks ago we ran out of homemade bread, and I just couldn’t find an afternoon to bake some more. We ran out of homemade strawberry jam in early spring. So, the other week, I had to walk out of Costco with purchased bread and a jar of organic strawberry jam. It was like the walk of sham out of a frat house. A very low day for me.
When I made jam last week in “jamcademy”, I didn’t get nearly enough to keep us in jam for until next June. I was off for most of this week, so I went back to the u-pick strawberry farm to pick 30+ more pounds of strawbs.
and before you can say “Jack do you want to watch Toy Story”, I produced this:
I feel comfortable in saying that if I can just keep Troy and Jack down to one jar a week, we’ll be safe until next spring.
Friday, I made eight loaves of sandwich bread, and then Jack and Troy promptly consumed half of a loaf and a jar of jam. So, go ahead and ignore what I said in my previous sentence. We’re screwed six ways to Sunday in terms of having enough jam. :sigh:
I sent this photo to a few of my friends earlier this week with the caption “don’t adjust your phones, my legs are really this white”. Awesome. They actually glow a bit, don’t they?
Thursday was Jack’s last of preschool, and I’m going to miss the shit out his teachers. They were amazing with him, and I’ve never seen him sit so still for so long as when he was in the classroom. Those women were magicians and could actually keep my boy, who resembles a hummingbird that has been shot up with black tar heroin, calm and focused. They ditched his preschool curriculum long ago, and were letting him do all the work the kindergarteners were doing. They pushed him, they challenged him, and they kept him from significantly injuring anyone during his time there. Since I can’t afford solid gold bars and unicorns, I wrote each teacher a really heartfelt card and gave them a potted plant that took me three fucking days to complete.
My friend Michelle made the same flower pots for her son’s teachers and inspired me to try my hand at it. Hers look way better.
Meal plan time! Reminder, I only plan dinners. My breakfast of choice is homemade Greek yogurt with tons of cut up fresh fruit (or fruit I froze in the summer), and a homemade granola bar crumbled on top. It’s delicious and keeps me completely full and satisfied until lunch. Lunches are always leftovers. We rarely eat dessert during the week, and our dinner drink of choice is water kefir soda.
Monday:: Chicken paninis with garlic scape pesto, chopped salad, and fruit.
Tuesday:: Tomato soup canned from last year’s garden (gotta use that stuff up!), quesadillas, and leftover chopped salad.
Wednesday:: I again let Jack pick what he wanted for dinner, and again, he chose “a bowl full of candy”. Again, we compromised, so again I’m making homemade pizza and stir-fry pea pods.
Thursday:: Dinner at my in-laws. No idea what it will be, but it is always freaking a-mazing!
Friday:: Fourth of July BBQ at my in-laws. It’s like Christmas for your mouth.
Saturday:: Popcorn night!
Sunday:: Dinner at my parent’s!
This week I spent $3.50 on raw milk at the local farm, $9.48 at our local produce stand, $42 at the grocery store, and a whopping $105 at our local butcher! I ordered a box/flat of chicken breasts from them a few weeks ago, and they were finally ready. Because I purchased an entire box, they took $.20 off per pound, so $3.09 a pound for local, free-range delicious chicken breasts. My freezer is full and happy!