I'm going to be inside wearing all my clothes. All of them.
Today seemed like a good day to make chicken soup since a few of us are under the weather. Tomorrow we'll have chili, which has the advantage of being both football food and cold weather food. Mmmm....chili.
I was both ambitious and supremely lazy with food today. For breakfast I made Paleo waffles from Paleo Parents. They're just an apple, a banana, almond butter, eggs, and a little vanilla and arrowroot. Very tasty, and have the added advantage of making a sizeable batch. These freeze really well and popped in the toaster for a few seconds, make a really great breakfast on the go. I also had bacon. Because bacon.
My husband doesn't put butter on waffles either. That's what the fucking nooks and crannies are for!
For lunch I cobbled together some leftovers for the kids, but I wasn't feeling ham, so I just fished around for some stuff in the fridge. Lo and behold, I actually successfully peeled eggs! For the first time in ages! It wasn't fast, but beggars can't be choosers.
Lazy, lazy lunch.
I'm a little under the weather, so I've been drinking lots of water and tea. This afternoon while the kids were NOT napping, I made myself some medicinal tea. I SAID MEDICINAL TEA.
Shit. Maybe I am an alcoholic.
I made chicken stock this morning with some frozen carcasses we had saved. I usually toss in an onion, some old carrots, a lemon, a few celery stalks, some garlic, and some salt and let 'er go. I poached some chicken thighs for the meat and after straining the stock did my usual soup base of celery, onions, and garlic. I love the flavor of onions and celery, but I hate the texture of both of them. I get around this by dicing them into oblivion then sweating them in butter and garlic until they pretty much dissolve. This time I added carrots and green beans with the chicken because my kids have no objection to either one of those and I didn't feel like listening to whining. They ate it, so it worked. I made noodles for the smalls' soup, mine was without.
Yes, I had six saltines with butter. Sue me.
I made myself a dessert for later. Pumpkin cake in a mug from PaleOMG. I modify it by adding raisins, but it's really easy and I had small quantities of pumpkin and coconut milk to use up, and this recipe is great for that. I haven't eaten it yet, but I probably will.
Like autumn in your face.
Extremely undoctored photo below. Hide your children.
You are about to look at a completely unretouched photo of a 36 year old mother of three. She is not wearing makeup and her hair is not done. Prepare yourself. It's pretty brutal.
This picture is to make a point. Clothing sizes are horseshit. This is me wearing size 12 skinny jeans and an EXTRA LARGE Lurong t-shirt. That's right. Extra large. I am extra large. Wait. No I'm not. Clothing sizes are FUCKED. I have a size small t-shirt that fits me only slightly tighter than this shirt. I have two medium shirts that are SO DIFFERENT that I actually thought I'd received the wrong size on one of them. I registered for a half marathon yesterday with a finisher's jacket sizing chart that directed me to order a SMALL jacket. What. The. Fuck. My take home is this: Buy the clothes that fucking fit you. No one sees the tag but you, so who gives a shit what size they are?
It's a pretty nice shirt though. Check out my rack.
Now that you have seen the horror that is a middle aged woman without benefit of makeup or good lighting, you'll probably want to go scrub your brain. I warned you!
I am deeply looking forward to an early bedtime tonight. Chicken soup restores the soul, but sleep is good for the body. Until tomorrow!