Okay. One more day. Of my seven day stint, that is. I was completely wiped tonight when I returned from work. I looked around at the mess that had once been my tidy home and I sat on my arse. After a few minutes, I managed to tackle the kitchen then tuned into the Olympics. The women's marathon. Why is it that their pace is remarkably faster while running 26.2 miles than my 3.8 mile jog? I couldn't bear to watch for long. I was too embarrassed.
I then thought about how I'd purchased convenience foods for the kids to survive on while I was working my long weekend. And then remembered that they would be heading directly into a school week of not-so-healthy lunches. And I panicked. How will I juggle the nutritional needs of my children with my work schedule. Even on my not-twelve-hour-days, I'm not getting home until around 6:30. Then I make dinner? When do they do homework? Bathe? Play?
Slow cooker to the rescue. . .vegetarian style! I snagged Fresh from the Vegetarian Slow Cooker some time ago at the old Halfy's. I perused it once or twice but it never seemed necessary. It's a rare occasion that I realize dinner is coming more than 20 minutes before six o'clock, so why would I need a recipe that anticipates a meal by six to eight hours? Well, I do now. So while flipping between the Olympics and a couple of home design shows, I looked through the book. It contains lots of ethnic recipes and a curry caught my eye. I headed to the kitchen with a new found energy (again, glad to have cooking mojo leftover) and chopped and sauteed and seasoned and stirred. Tomorrow around noon, I'll instruct Em to turn on the Crock-Pot. And around 6 p.m. she'll start the rice. I'm already looking forward to the aroma that will greet me at the end of my workweek.