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Menu Plan Monday: and the full report on something I only do every 3 months.


So, here we are: another menu planning Monday.  Have you ever just wanted to scrap the whole thing and just click on someone else’s menu and make that for a change?  I’ve been tempted to give it a try, but the practical side of me just takes over.

  Maybe when the fridge is completely empty, I’ll just head over to the organizing junkie’s and Bam! hit on 151 or 113 or some random number and just force my family to eat what’s on their menu.  But when I make “liver a’la  gratin” or something like: spinach and artichoke on vegemite crostinis  and my whole family rebels and threatens to take away my computer.. and then has me committed to a blogging recovery ward in the nearest mental hospital, I’ll be glad that..

the practical side of me is just taking over.

Monday: Than’s birthday: whatever he wants–he hasn’t decided yet

Tuesday: Beefaroo dinner out.

Wednesday: chili

Thursday: Asian  (need to find a recipe)

Friday: leftover soup or burritos

Sat: Mexican chicken

Sun: crockpot special or our signature noodle dish.. 

Well today was Sunday and normally I would head for a nap after lunch because.. well… that’s just what I do.  But the sun was shining.  It was a beautiful crisp, sunny day.  DH and I took most of the kids for a walk at the Severson Dells Forest Preserve near our home.  

It’s only about a mile away, but half way through the walk Princess E had to use the potty.  The only facility in the park was an outhouse.

Outhouses were a part of the U.P. “camp” culture.  Most kids had experienced them at the cottage, referred to as “camp”.  It hadn’t occurred to me that my 3 year old E had never been in an outhouse.  While I managed to get her seated, she made a few observations.

“There’s no sink in here.”

and “there’s no flusher, either”

“And it smells like…”

(she had sort of a knowing look on her face)

“……….. a  cow farm” 

That’s right, sweetie.  It smells like a cow farm.  Are you done yet? Daddy is going to think we fell in.  And I have to get home and do what I only do a few times a year..

Can you guess?


that’s right honey.. scrub the floor on my hands and knees.  

As my son (Robotdude) walked in and observed the strange sight of mom washing the floor, he commented,

“The spirit of grandma doth rest in the kitchen..”

#menuplanning

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