That is an awesome word. Kohlrabi. Say it. Seriously, say it out loud. Kohlrabi.
Isn’t that fun?
Anyway, I planted some kohlrabi (heh, kohlrabi) today. I have never had any, but my father in law likes it and the seeds were twenty cents, so I set aside about three feet of garden space to try and grow them. We’ll see how that turns out.
Oh! One of my pea plants finally sprouted! We got a lot of rain the past couple of days so maybe my garden will start showing some production for all of the work I’ve put into it so far. (The arugula is still alive, despite being sat on by the cat, again.)
My mom is back from helping out my sisters who live out of state (she is awesome like that) and now she is helping me out (because she is awesome like that). Just yesterday she solved two major problems I had everyday in just a few minutes!
Hubby has to wear cotton bandanas to work to keep from setting his hair on fire, and he also needed someplace to put his jackets and other work gear. The treadmill used to be the collection area, until it was used and then the stuff just ended up on the ground. Well, Mama hung up a set of hooks and a cool wire thingy so that Hubby’s work gear can be neatly hung up behind the door (and out of the way) and the bandanas can go on the wire thingy so he can easily find them.
Today I planned to make freezer pizzas for Hubby. I have all of the stuff I need to make yummy sausage and bell pepper pizzas.
For supper I made boiled turnips (the root, not the greens) and barbeque hamburger patties. I like to hide a couple of potatoes in the turnips for a bit of texture, but when I reached into the ten pound bag of russet potatoes, the first one I grabbed was rotten.
So I dumped the whole bag into the sink, tossed the rotten ones in the compost, and peeled and sliced the others to make steak fries to store in the freezer. I have about seven pounds of steak fries cooling on the counter that don’t have any preservatives or additives in them, and it didn’t take too long to rescue three bucks worth of taters. Hmm… three bucks for a bag of potatoes versus four for a bag of steak fries that has only half as much…
Anyway, I went ahead and cooked up a giant package of ground beef while I was making the steak fries. That was also bagged up into two pound portions and tossed in the freezer for whenever I might need some pre-cooked beef. Eventually I will start making gluten free meatballs and hamburger patties, but for now I just cook it and wrap it.
So I got a lot done this evening, just not the pizzas I had been planning.
I was proud of myself last week. I planned out every meal I was going to make and shopped accordingly. We went to the produce store and stocked up on all of the fresh veggies I would need and I carefully stored them according to how soon I was going to use them.
One problem though.
We bought all of those wonderful veggies right before the weekend. How is that a problem, you ask?
Well, I don’t cook on the weekends.
Saturdays I go over to my in-laws for supper so I don’t cook on Saturdays. Sunday I’m too tired from church so if we don’t go over to my in-laws for supper we just eat leftovers. And the icing on this situation is, Monday I had a doctors appointment so we ate out. Three days without cooking plus how fast food rots where I live equals a lot of wasted money.
The child-sized bunch of collard greens molded, as did the turnips greens, and the bell peppers withered away.
The lesson I learned? Don’t go grocery shopping on a Friday.
After many a set back, my garden is tilled!
Thanks to a very helpful family, I’ll be able to get my spring veggies planted in time. I need to pick up some collard green seeds though. I wasn’t planning on growing any because I thought I didn’t like them. However, I discovered that if I saute them I absolutely love them.
Mmmm… Sauteed collard greens. I’m making that for lunch tomorrow.
I have a funny quirk in that a small thing can make my day.
Hubby telling me that he likes how I did my hair will make me smile for hours.
A simple thing such as remembering my favorite flavor of ice-cream will make me grin.
The smallest gift or most absentminded compliment makes me happy.
It might be childish, but I don’t care. I would rather live each day reveling in little things than be miserable while waiting for something “big” enough to smile about. (Been there, done that, was really miserable.)
I’d rather squeal with excitement over a skein of wool yarn, or pause in the middle of the store to pet the fuzzy socks.
I’d rather stop in the middle of my work to coo over the tiny weed that Mr. Bubbles proudly shows off or to kiss his stuffed panda for the millionth time that morning.
I’d rather blush and beam because Hubby told me he loved me over the phone even though his co-workers are right there and will start teasing him the second he hangs up.
I’d rather laugh out loud at something I read and bounce with excitement every time I learn something new.
It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy, but what makes me happy happens a lot.
There! My niece’s birthday present is finished! It’s a little late, but hopefully it makes up for that with cuteness.
It is a color book where every page is a different color to help her learn them and it is completely hand knitted. I might write up a pattern for it later on and share it.
I made each page a solid color in case she happens to be like Mr. Bubbles who is so detail oriented that if I showed him a picture of an orange lollipop to try and teach him the color orange he would start calling lollipops “oranges” and be quite confused when I called them something different.
I didn’t sleep too well last night because Hubby was gone. He got out of work to discover that someone had wrecked our car in the parking lot and so he was out for several hours calling insurance and all that. The poor man was up all night dealing with that mess and then he had to turn around and go back to work just a few hours after he finally got home.
Even though he was up all night he still took Mr. Bubbles and me to the library for story time because he is awesome like that.
I managed to make up some more freezer lunches for him this afternoon. I made chicken Alfredo hot-pockets, pepperoni and sausage hot-pockets, and pumpkin snack cakes.
I used the calzone crust recipe and just tore slightly larger than a golf ball sized hunks of it off to make the pockets. For the filling I used a couple cans of chicken (next time I’ll try to cook up my own chicken), some chopped carrots, celery, and garlic, and some Alfredo sauce Hubby picked up at the store. I just stuffed it into the crust, pinched it shut, and baked it for 15 minutes.
For the pepperoni and sausage ones I just mixed some turkey sausage and pepperoni with some marinara sauce.
I think I made enough for about a week and a half, unless he starts snacking on them when he’s home. Whole grains, some sneaky veggies, and way fewer preservatives mean I’m okay with him eating them fairly often and he seems to think they are tasty enough to eat one whenever he remembers they are in the freezer.
I also walked a mile today. My entire lower body is protesting, but that just means I’m getting stronger. Mr. Bubbles loves sitting back in the stroller and watching the trees go by. He especially loves it when one of the neighbor’s dogs comes out to bark at us so he can practice his own bark.