LUNCH

“Don’t deteriorate faster than you can lower your standards.”

One of those days.  It’s part of a busy week and we’ve been having cloudy skies, or partly cloudy, for a number of days.  I have projects that need attention.

Right in the middle of this my husband has a day off.  That probably means he’s going to want to eat.  Remember all that extra food that you put into jars and tucked into the freezer, I asked myself.  Catastrophe averted.

lunch

Pictured is some beef that was frozen in some kind of broth.  I’d love to assure you, and me, that it’s beef broth.  However, the color and the closeness to beef will assist the placebo effect.  After I warmed the beef in the broth I added a bit of arrowroot.  It’s a great thickener.

Under the beef is mashed cauliflower.  It’s a frozen package of cauliflower that’s boiled in a half-cup of water for about 8 minutes, drained, and whipped up with my magic wand.  A little butter and salt brings it to perfection, or as close to perfection as I can manage.  It is so much easier than preparing mashed potatoes.

Served with this dish are some peas.  It was only after thirty years of marriage that I found out that my husband loves peas.  He never mentioned it but said he always wondered why I never served peas.  Broccoli is my favorite green vegetable.  My husband has eaten a lot of broccoli.  Now that I know his preference he gets more peas.  Communication, on many levels, is important in a marriage.

Finally, you’ll notice the lint on the tablecloth.  We live in a real household.  Maybe after lunch, when I do the dishes, I might brush the lint onto the floor.  Don’t bet on it.

I’m grateful for the large meals that are divided into frozen possibilities.  I’m even more grateful that I label the jars.  I might start putting a date on the label.  Working on it!

Loveya – The Grandma

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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