May 29, 2012 § 2 Comments
Finally back to the spreadsheet after the crazy couple weeks kept us from sitting down and planning our weekly dinners. In that time, we learned a couple things:
- If we’re going to the farmers market on Saturday morning, it would behoove us to plan our week before we are actually at the market.
- Attempting to plan a week’s dinners while I’m man-struating or heat-cranky or whatever the case was for me this past weekend is the opposite of productive. The conversation was basically Britt asking me, “What do you want Tuesday?” and me saying, “I don’t know. What do you want Tuesday?” and repeating that for pretty much every day of the week.
This week got a little wonky. We had a plan, then had to deviate last night, then had another plan, and given some more plan shifts, are deviating again. But, I think this accounts for all the crazy that’s come about.
Monday: We were going to do biscuits & gravy, but had to opt for frozen pizza due to a milk shortage.
Tuesday: Pasta & Meatballs w/ Tyler Gobble
Wednesday: Grilled salmon salad (w/ greens fresh from the garden!)
Thursday: Farro Risotto
Friday: Leftover-meatball subs before First Friday Art Walk
Also, if all goes according to plan, I’m carving out the afternoon this Sunday to actually cook something for a PIIYF post again. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had the time to do that.
May 23, 2012 § 4 Comments
I’ve been a bit inattentive to PIIYF the past couple weeks, because I’ve been out livin’ like a boss. It’s spring/summer here in Indianapolis right now, so pretty much all my free time has been spent in my backyard getting blisters and sunburns.
You see, it all started with Britt’s decision that a 9ft-by-9ft section of our driveway needed repaired because evidently, someone buried a giant squid beneath it, and it grew so big, it cracked and pushed up the aforementioned section of our driveway about 8 inches from where it should have been. So, I sledgehammered the all hell out of that concrete, grabbed a shovel, and with the help of my dad, brother, and a chainsaw, hacked the beast free.
Then came about a month of intermittent prep work of digging and leveling and filling in with base rock, and finally last Sunday, Dad, my brother, and my pal Tyler came, and we poured the fresh slab.
I went out last night, and dug the hole for the final fence post, which we were waiting until we had the driveway patched before installing. I concreted that fucker into the ground, and tonight, I’m going to tamp the dirt back around it, and hang the last 2 sections of fence, which completes the major backyard projects for now.
I’ve been spending the last few days strutting around my yard feeling like a grown ass man having done stuff like poured concrete and hung fence and you should see how my garden is growing. I AM MAN OF THE EARTH! My masculine ego right now is about as phallic at that last fence post sticking out of the earth might suggest.
Anyway, soon, my ego will grow flaccid when I remember I’m a dude with a food blog (a hobby on the complete opposite end of the masculinity scale as “pouring concrete” and “killing animals for sport”), I’ll grab my camera during magic hour, and shoot some good photos of my newly-minted backyard and all the fresh goodness growing from it.
I’ll also get back into my weekly food planning, and perhaps I’ll even take some time this weekend to cook something so I can post a recipe here again.