Hello all. A couple of years ago I wrote a blog titled. "He's not the Apple of My Pie." It was about living well after divorce and of new beginnings. Now, happily remarried and the mother of four,
ages 3 to 21 my life has completely changed. Two constants that have remained are my sense of humor and my love of cooking. Hopefully, I can mix a bit of both into my blogs. The following is a glimpse into my life now. At the end of each blog I will tie
in a recipe as this is a cooking site!
I woke up at 6:30 with my eye stuck shut. While I am wondering why my eye is stuck shut, the other eye notices my five year old son
sneaking (as only a four year old can do) into our bedroom to explain that he had wet his bed. He is about to climb in bed with the residue of last night’s accident when I tell him to change his pants. While he is changing I am still working on opening my
eye which seems to be permanently closed. This leads me to wonder if my three year old had found the super glue in the middle of the night and had discovered a new use for it. My son comes back in the room and gets on the bed to snuggle as I am still struggling
to get my eye open. He looks at me, gives me a hug and promptly throws up all over my bed, making sure not only to vomit on my sheets but the blanket and comforter I had just washed the day before due to a freak juice accident. “Pop!” my eye finally opens.
Pink eye. And Monday begins.
I start a load of laundry and turn on the shower. I change my son for the second time this morning. It is now 6:45 a.m. I jump
in the shower brush my teeth and do the regular morning routine. My daughter gets up at 7:30 and it is time for breakfast. Yogurt and Cheerios should do it. I go to the refrigerator. No yogurt. Cheerios should do. Expired milk. I bang my head against
the wall. Time to go to the store.
The cleaning ladies, Eva and Martha arrive promptly at 8:30. They are my sanctuary. I ask if they would watch the kids for a few
minutes while I go to the store and they kindly agree. I put the kids on my bed, turn on Looney Tunes (which was befitting for the start of this day) and race to the market.
I am wondering what to purchase at the market. Last week I got creative and made vegetable curries, Greek bean soup, and Italian
vegetable stew. Last evening I broke down and bought the kids chicken nuggets. My husband complained that the kids were not eating vegetables. I reminded him about the week full of vegetarian meals. He told me that they did not like them. I decided to
make Indian food because that is a favorite of everyone.
I walked in from the garage to find the laundry room's door off its hinges and a bent broom. Before I could even evaluate what
I was seeing, my son comes up to me and says, “Martha did it.” Turns out, as soon as I left, my little cherub had chased my 3 year old into the laundry room and tried to shut her in it. Her little fingers were in the crevice of the door. He could not shut
her hand in the door because of the broom so he shut it so hard the screws actually were torn out of the door jam and the door was leaning on the washing machine. I put down my groceries and went to look for my son. He was with Martha. Actually he was holding
Martha’s hand and was yelling, "Martha pray for me!" I explained that God was not going to get him out of this one. It was now 9:30 a.m. on Monday morning.
After scaring the living daylights out of my son and removing every object of value to him, he apologized to both Eva and Martha
and to his little sister. At this point my eyesight was getting blurry in my left eye so I called the doctor. The nurse politely confirmed that I have pink eye. I asked for an antibiotic. She explained that I would have to be seen. I explained that both
of us knew that I had pink eye. Couldn’t an antibiotic be prescribed for me? She assured me that was not the case. I asked her if I could make an appointment. She explained that they were too busy to see me. I bang my forehead against the wall for the
second time that day.
My husband called to see how I was doing. I shared the door story. He promptly explained that I should not leave the children in any
room that has a door. I promptly hung up.
After feeding the children it was bath time. Things are going pretty well until I decide to dress them. My five year old, being a boy,
could be dressed in a paper sack and he would be fine. My three year old, however, is a princess. She did not like the ensemble I had laid out for her that morning and kicked and screamed when I tried to put it on her. It seems that the sweater was covering
up the pink flowers on her Target t-shirt and that was a fashion faux pas. After ten minutes of blood curdling screams I stripped her naked and explained that she could stay that way. After ten more minutes of blood curdling screams she decided that she
liked the sweater. It was now 11:00 a.m.
After a calm lunch followed by an episode of "Dora the Explorer" I put them in their beds for a nap. All is quiet in the house.
I look at their sweet little faces and pray that they do not wake up until tomorrow morning.
On a day like this I like to have a bit of comfort food. If you like a bit
of comfort but also try to eat healthy, this recipe is the one for you. It is an Indian vegetarian curry made with cauliflower and potatoes, called Aloo Gobi. This is what you need:
2 medium yellow onions cut in half and sliced thinly.
3 tablespoons canola oil
2 russet potatoes peeled and cut into bite sized chunks
1 cauliflower cut into pieces
1 16 oz can tomato sauce
2 tablespoons freshly grated ginger
1/2 teaspoon turmeric
1 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
1/2 teaspoon garam masala (found at an Indian market)
1/2 teaspoon cumin
salt and pepper to taste
Pour the oil in a pot and heat until hot. Add the onion and cook until golden. Add the ginger, potatoes and cauliflower and mix until coated
with the residual oil. Add the tomato sauce and spices. Cook on medium high with a lid for 20-30 minutes stirring occasionally until the potatoes and cauliflower are tender. I tend to cook it on medium low and keep it on the stove for hours. It breaks
down into a really nice hearty stew that way. If you would like a bit of spice add a half teaspoon of cayenne pepper with the other spices. The traditional recipe calls for peas as well but since they are not my favorite, I omit them. Enjoy!