Monday, October 25, 2010

What's For Dinner? (and then some)

I knew when I planned the menu that this week was going to be hectic. I've already adjusted it twice...and it's only Monday.

Come on over and we may or may not be eating...

Sunday: chicken tacos, refried black beans, sautéed red peppers and onions, guacamole

Monday: sloppy joes, cucumbers and tomatoes

Tuesday: leftovers

Wednesday: skillet lasagna with spinach, roasted Brussels sprouts

Thursday: potato and sausage soup (maybe)

Friday: out

Saturday: camping fare (details to come)


Sunday's meal was the bomb. Not a bomb...but the bomb. I wish I had taken some pictures, because it would be a great simple supper.

You really don't need a recipe: Cook up some chicken breasts in the skillet. Sauté some red bell peppers and onions. Heat up a can of refried black beans. Warm some corn tortillas. Mash some avocados mixed with a bit of lime and garlic. Add a bit of sour cream.


So it's not an official simple supper, but it should be.

I didn't get around to making the pumpkin bread. But I will this week. Until then, I made a different sort of pumpkin treat. If you like pumpkin (and I know many of you do), then stop by tomorrow. I have something special to share.

I'm making the skillet lasagna again, but this time I'm adding a bit of spinach. One of my good friends from high school, who is now a good friend on Facebook, made it this way a couple weeks ago with good results.

So, thank you, Allison. Great nutritional boosting.


As I mentioned, this is a c-r-a-z-y week. The Mr. is out of town for a couple of days. We have a camping trip on the horizon. There are pumpkins to carve. And, oh yeah, HALLOWEEN is on Sunday!?! Where did October go?

The Mr. and I went to Austin over the weekend. We awoke at the crack of dawn on Saturday and dressed in our burnt orange best. Guided By Voices and the Jayhawks blared over the speakers. The GTI was driven at unnerving speeds.

Within a few hours we had arrived at God's favorite stadium.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Sadly, my boys played in an abysmal fashion. Seriously. It was ugly.

The Mr. and I spent a good portion of the game drinking down in the beer garden. I must say, that if I must watch my beloved Longhorns lose, doing so in Austin, at the stadium with thousands of other rabid fans, all while buzzed on Stella Artois is the way to do it.

The sting wasn't nearly as painful.

I have to admit...I'm a bit jealous of all the posts I'm reading about heading out to the pumpkin patch. It looks like such a perfect little family outing. Everyone is all bundled-up in their sweaters, boots, jackets, and scarves. You can almost feel the chill in the air just by looking at the pictures.

Guess what, folks. It's still 90* here in Houston. 90*!!!!!

Kind of takes the thrill out of heading to the pumpkin patch.

I know I will go to Blog Mom Hell for admitting this, but we have never driven out to the country pumpkin patch. Nope. Not even once.

We go to the city pumpkin Kroger. Or HEB. Or whatever grocery store isn't totally picked over.

This year it was Kroger. It's where childhood memories are made, y'all.

Look at those happy faces!

We don't need no stinking pumpkin patch!

We gots the Kroger!

Carving is scheduled for Thursday. Now, I'm off to sharpen our blades.

Eat well, my friends. Don't gorge yourself on candy corn.