Monday, October 20, 2003

Tonight for dinner I sauteed some mushrooms and onions, then I tossed in a handful of walnuts and sauteed some more. I pulsed the mushroom mixture in the foodprocessor with some chevre. I deglazed the pan with some red wine and stirred that into the mushrooms. I pounded some b/s chicken breasts and then formed them over a large scoop of mushrooms. I baked at 350 for 30 minutes and served with tomato stewed rice and buttered greenbeans. Apples for dessert!

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

These little children who are so sweet and gentle: this little boy who kisses my hand as we pass in the hall, this girl who gathers in the wallflowers in her class to play, this girl who still curls on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. I don't want them to be fierce. I don't want them to have the "eye of the tiger". I don't want them to think of physical intimidation as a weapon, even a weapon of defense.

But they are fierce as they charge through the leaves. They are fierce in love and play. They are fierce and passionate about so much they do.

If I celebrate one ferocity, why not another?
Breaking out of the rut...

Tuesday: Pasta Puttanesca, salad, and garlic/garlic and anchovy bread. It was funny how the m'totos turned their little noses up at the anchovy garlic bread but slurped down the puttanesca with exclamations of delight.

Wednesday: Creamed chicken on pasta. This is really just veggie heavy chicken potpie served mixed with pasta. No dessert tonight they had cookies for snack.

Monday, October 13, 2003

We ate the same old boring food for supper all weekend. I'm embarrassed.

Friday - homemade pizza - choice of sauce + cheese + garlicky spinach + sauteed mushrooms and onions, salad
Saturday - Quatro Fromagio with fusilli, salad, choclate icecream for the boy and a scotch for me.
Sunday - Chicken breasts in may/mustard sauce (baked), greenbeans, salad, shortbread.

Friday, October 10, 2003

My brother-in-law is an asshole. A manipulative lying dickhead, an affront to penises everywhere. He has the appalling nerve to lie to people and think that I will back him up. He lies to people we see and talk to and then gets upset (I'm such a mean and spiteful bitch) when we deny the statement and I affirm I never said that.

If he thinks that I will support his emotional and verbal abuse of a woman, he is wrong. Wrong!

He is not making even a token move to address his drug addiction. He counts any mention of his open use of cocaine and crack as "bad mouthing". In my mind it is warning the innocent and unaware that they may be putting their children and finances into danger.

He is not attempting to be mature in this breakup. How many times has he broken up in his life and yet he has not learned how to be reasonable about it. He may not use the fact that we are related to strongarm people into doing what he wants. If he REALLY cares about his relationship breakout impinging on our daily lives, he would make his own plans for division of material goods OR follow the steps that we offered when he asked what to do.

Monday, October 06, 2003

Dinner tonight was served plated.

Bed of salad greens, smaller bed of tabouli (from a box but tarted up), sprinkling of grilled yellow peppers and red onions, slices of grilled steak (perfectly medium rare). The Man and I had cilantro chutney to spice up our meals. The m'totos had their choice of ranch, honey mustard, or ketchup for dressing.

Dessert was sliced pears and leftover Easter chocolate (I won it at a party this weekend).