Slate's 10 day long spring break began yesterday afternoon when we met his mom in Greensboro for their trip to Atlanta. While Slate's away, I usually eat more ham and cheese sandwiches than usual, and don't put a great deal of effort into meal preparation. It's hard to cook for one. Sometimes I take advantage of his absence and try new dishes that he might turn his nose up at, something just for me, but as he really isn't a phenomenally picky eater, I can usually just throw something new on the table and he will eat it. Except for seafood. The only way he will eat shrimp is when I place a couple on top of his mountain of grits, and I have yet to find a way of preparing fish that he really likes. Between the cold-water fish his maternal side of the family has always enjoyed, and the warm and fresh-water fish on his paternal side, his dislike for seafood often makes me wonder where in the heck he came from. My whole point of this post is that while he is gone for the next 10 days I am going to make a concerted effort to eat better than I usually do when I'm home alone, and I'm starting with breakfast today. I don't eat a lot of eggs, in spite of our having a few hens and access to fresh eggs every day, but figured what better way to start eating alone more intentionally than with fresh eggs, bacon (my 2nd. favorite food), and toast and honey butter, both homemade. The honey butter story requires a blog entry all it's own, but will have to wait until later. I'm not sure how the rest of the day will go, food-wise, much less the next 10 days, but got a good start this morning. Now I have to go unload my kiln, sand and price all the new pots, maybe shoot a few for this blog, and get them all on the shelves. More later.
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Friday, March 21, 2008
Spring break.....
Slate's 10 day long spring break began yesterday afternoon when we met his mom in Greensboro for their trip to Atlanta. While Slate's away, I usually eat more ham and cheese sandwiches than usual, and don't put a great deal of effort into meal preparation. It's hard to cook for one. Sometimes I take advantage of his absence and try new dishes that he might turn his nose up at, something just for me, but as he really isn't a phenomenally picky eater, I can usually just throw something new on the table and he will eat it. Except for seafood. The only way he will eat shrimp is when I place a couple on top of his mountain of grits, and I have yet to find a way of preparing fish that he really likes. Between the cold-water fish his maternal side of the family has always enjoyed, and the warm and fresh-water fish on his paternal side, his dislike for seafood often makes me wonder where in the heck he came from. My whole point of this post is that while he is gone for the next 10 days I am going to make a concerted effort to eat better than I usually do when I'm home alone, and I'm starting with breakfast today. I don't eat a lot of eggs, in spite of our having a few hens and access to fresh eggs every day, but figured what better way to start eating alone more intentionally than with fresh eggs, bacon (my 2nd. favorite food), and toast and honey butter, both homemade. The honey butter story requires a blog entry all it's own, but will have to wait until later. I'm not sure how the rest of the day will go, food-wise, much less the next 10 days, but got a good start this morning. Now I have to go unload my kiln, sand and price all the new pots, maybe shoot a few for this blog, and get them all on the shelves. More later.
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