Saturday, November 30, 2024

What I Used/What I Used Up (Week 48) + A Sourdough Thanksgiving



What I Used of My Meal Plan-

Lunches:

Chicken stew (Budget Bytes)
Rice with green chiles (Easy Vegetarian Slow Cooker), Instant Pot salsa chicken (Simply Happy Foodie), and cheese bowls
Salads with options of toppings: carrots, cheese, chickpeas, 
Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook), shredded chicken (365 Days of Crockpot), salsa, and spicy ranch dressing (The Spiffy Cookie)
Turkey sandwiches

Dinners:

Dinner out for date night (I keep forgetting to list when we got out. It's not every week, but every so often is part of our dinner plan.)
Easy vegetable beef soup (Budget Bytes) and soft sweet potato rolls (Sally's Baking Addiction)

Snacks:

Apples
Baby carrots
Bagels
Bananas
Cajun peanuts (Cajun Cooking Recipes)  
Cheese sticks
Clementines
Leftover Sunday morning pancakes (The Perfect Loaf)
Oatmeal in various forms
Poptarts
Pumpkin oat flour muffins (Food Talk Daily)
Roasted pumpkin seeds (The Minimalist Baker)
Sourdough discard bagels (Acts of Sourdough)

Our Sourdough Thanksgiving:

Sourdough pumpkin muffins (Everyday Homemade)
Sourdough scrambled eggs (The Pantry Mama)
Cranberry relish (My nana's recipe)
Green beans
Sourdough discard gravy
Sourdough discard mashed potatoes
Sourdough stuffing
Roasted turkey
Sourdough pumpkin pie (The Pantry Mama) with homemade whipped cream

What I Used Up--

Freezer:

Hamburger
Rice with green chiles (Easy Vegetarian Slow Cooker), Instant Pot salsa chicken (Simply Happy Foodie), and cheese bowls
Two pound bag of broccoli

Fridge
:


Eggplant
Carton of 18 eggs
Half gallon of milk
Pizza sauce
Spicy ranch dressing (The Spiffy Cookie)
Sweet potato
Carton of whipping cream

Pantry:

Dried apricots
Beef broth
One pound bag of lentils
Brown sugar poptarts
One 28 ounce can of diced tomatoes
Fifteen ounce can of tomato sauce
Two cans of pumpkin

What went bad:

Nothing that I know up

What I Prepped for Next Week: 

Instant Pot baked potatoes (Platings + Pairings)
Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook)
Spiced lentils with carrots (Budget Bytes) over brown rice (Add a Pinch)

What I Froze for Future Me:

Everything I Read in November

A few heavy hitters, as well as some enjoyable holidays reads are in this month's wrap-up:

86) Running a Marathon for Dummies by Jason R. Karp, PhD—If I am ever going to run farther than a half marathon, I don't want to be a dummy, so I read this book! The science is admittedly a little dated, but a lot of it still holds true. Karp writes a lot about the musculature of running, the physiology of running, and more. There are photos of stretches and strength moves to do, plus an interesting (again, dated) list of fun marathons to run. The one caution I would give with this book is his suggestion to do carb-depleted/depleting runs. From what I have read, that is old science, and now dubbed to be dangerous. Don't be a dummy and take old science as new!

87) The Key to Love by Betsy St. Amant—This book took me awhile to get into. The story of a spat between Baker Bri and Travel Writer Gerard at The Puff Pastry Shop oozes cheesiness. It ends poignantly with some powerful truths about life and love, however. Readers who get through the corniness of a town named Story with a gingerbread house bed and breakfast and a love lock wall can stand to glean some truths from reading the novel. As with love, commitment to the process is key.

88) The Faithful Way: Remaining Steadfast in an Uncertain World by Cynthia Heald—This is a powerful book! Cynthia Heald, author of the "Becoming a Woman of..." books writes here about faithfulness, and in ways that really resonate with me. She writes first of how "faithfulness begins with ardent love for the Lord and fervent determination to fling ourselves on him in reckless confidence.” I have always thought of faithfulness as something I do, but it is not. It is a work enabled by the Spirit when I chose to love God and place Him first in my life. Heald goes on to write about the practicalities of faithful living: prayer, Bible reading, and being on the watch for sin, to name a few. Each daily reading contains verses to read, quotes from commentaries and other resources, questions for application, and a short prayer. This is really a rich resource. I read it as a book (so more than one reading at once), but could probably gain even more through faithfully reading and meditating on each chapter over a 31 day (or longer!) period.

89) The Christmas Bargain by Lisa Carter—Artist and art teacher Lila Penry cannot wait to get an artist in residence position in California. Sam Gibson is trying to make a life for himself and his niece Emma Cate. Having been raised by a con man, Sam cannot bring himself to accept handouts, but when Lila asks him to go with her to a wedding in exchange for art classes for Emma Cate, he cannot say, “No.” When the wedding weekend ends with assumptions that he and Lila are engaged, he doesn’t want to say, “No,” to that either, but eventually, he does. He says, “No,” because he believes himself unworthy of Lila, and thinks he knows what is best for her. In the end, they both have to seek the Lord, and with the help of Aunt IdaLee, they begin to see themselves as they truly are: truly loved, and capable of giving and receiving love. This is a truly sweet book with some tear-jerking moments and cut-to-the-heart truths. Although it is a quick read, its truths are timeless!

(90) One in a Millennial: On Friendship, Feelings, Fangirls, and Fitting In by Kate Kennedy—Cassey Ho of Blogilates, Jessica Merchant of How Sweet Eats, and probably some others raved about this book. While I recognized some of its cultural references, I just didn’t find much substance in it. Sure, there is something to be said (written) about millennial culture, but this treatise mostly on the effects of millennial life on self esteem just didn’t do it for me. While nothing in the book overly offended me, once in a while the author used language and or referred to mature topics, so overall, the book just isn’t one I would recommend.

91) Unfollow: A Memoir of Loving and Leaving Extremism by Megan Phelps-Roper—Megan Phelps-Roper was a beloved member of Westboro Baptist Church, until she wasn’t. This book chronicles her living in and leaving of the sect. It tells of those brave enough to engage with her, including her now husband. It reveals her wrestlings and her love for her family, even in spite of the harm done her. In her final chapter, she writes briefly of the importance of engaging with contradictory ideas, while constantly reassessing one’s world view. This book is graphic at times, and definitely emotional. Readers who want to learn more about extremism, though, can learn more about the waves of its torrents by reading.

92) The Bodine Family Christmas by Marta Perry—This short and sweet story follows Lieutenant Travis McCall as he goes to Alabama to spend Christmas with the family of his military buddy Luke. He is healing from injury, and heartbreak, and does not necessarily want to be there. Twin Annabel Bodine literally ropes him into helping at her sanctuary ranch, however. That leads him to help with the church’s living nativity, and meet a boy named Kyle. Both Annabel and Travis have to learn about waiting on God, telling the truth, and facing the past. Although the plot line moves a bit fast and could benefit from some fleshing out, the story is worth reading for some good feels, just like a quick kiss under the mistletoe.

93) The Gingerbread Season by Betsy St Amant—Okay, this book was even better than The Bodine Family Christmas with which it was packaged. It’s still a going home story, but this time for Allie James, a young woman freshly out of a job and moving back in with her parents.She takes a temp job to help revitalize her town, and is highly successful at it, but all the while has to dodge feelings about her boss Jordan Walker, the man who broke her heart years ago at Christmas. Allie has always felt “less-than,” in her family. Her sister Molly is married with a child and owns a successful business. Jordan moved on and made money. Allie has none of that. A small-business loan might out her back on her feet and return her to Kansas City, but is it really the season for that? This story brought me nearly to tears at times because of its poignancy, but ended on such a high note. Christmas is such a great season for redemption stories such as this one!

94) A Family Style Christmas by Aaroline Aarsen — Nurse Caitlin Severn witnesses a terrible motorcycle accident on her way home from breaking up with her longtime boyfriend. Despite attempts not to get attached to the accident victim, she does. Simon Steele is not an easy patient, however. He constantly gives her trouble, pulling her close, and then pushing her away. He has never known the lasting comfort of family, having been raised in and run away from foster homes for most of his life. Caitlin does not know what to do with him, only that she must pray for him, and that she does. Along the way, she learns more about Simon's family, and her own heart. The conclusion/continuation of the story is a sweet one, less about Christmas, and more about family, which is what Jesus coming to earth to be the Savior of the world is really about.

95) Simplify. Ten Practices to Unclutter Your Soul by Bill Hybels —Bill Hybels may now be a disgraced pastor, but he has some wise words here. He writes of simplicity not as just an earthly practice, but about as a way to live out who God wants each person to be. He advocates for “chair time” with God each day. He suggests a life verse as an anchor. Each chapter includes scriptures, stories, and questions for pondering. While nothing here was exactly earth-shattering, this book did effect me in that it caused me to ask questions about who I am and the purpose for which God has placed me on earth. If you want to read a book about the spiritual practice of simplicity, I recommend this one!

96) Yuletide Homecoming by Carolyn Arsen—Sarah Westerveld returns home at the request of her father. When he has a stroke before she can speak to him, she gets stuck in her hometown, a town she escaped years ago. Sarah planned a trip with friends to celebrate her college graduation, but now she is stuck trying to care for her father. She coaches basketball for a time, but then gets excluded, even from that. She tries to avoid her high school boyfriend Logan Carelton, a man from a family with whom hers has a feud. This book starts a little Montague and Capulet style, but ends with some powerful truths about love and choice. I especially appreciate the author's incorporation of scripture. If you want a book that makes you grateful for the home and family you have this season, this might be it!

What have you read lately? Please share any must-reads in the comments section!

Friday, November 29, 2024

When More is Simpler (November Update)

More with Less is the title of a cookbook. Sometimes simplicity does mean doing more with less. On the flip side,  sometimes having more is simpler. Take for instance, this past weekend. I traveled for three days, and each of those three days, I was in a different place. I had a small suitcase set out for packing, but I quickly realized that the space was limiting. I asked my husband for the bigger suitcase and just started throwing stuff in. More space meant less need to make decisions. Win.

When I initially checked the forecast, I thought it would be cold. When I checked it again, it looked warmer. I just added t-shirts to the stack of long sleeves already in the suitcase. More options meant less need to buy or borrow new clothes on the trip. It also allowed me to feel more comfortable in the variable temperatures I experienced.

I took a lot of snacks with me. I accepted more snacks from my mom and dad when I stopped by their house. Did I really need all those snacks? I did not think so. Did things work out where I ate most of the snacks? Yes. Although granola bars and other snacks do not a good diet make, they did help assuage my hunger when I lacked other options.

Do I always want to overpack for trips? No. Lots of times, this incurs extra fees and extra responsibilities. In the case of this trip, having more simplified my life and gave me a better trip, and I am grateful for it!

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Anatomy of a 5K PR (and a Thankful Thanksgiving Week Race)


No turkey trot for me this year. Instead, it was a Sunday 5K to support foster and adoptive families, a cause near and dear to my heart. Here's what my morning looked like:

5:05 AM Wake up.
5:15 AM Get up and get out of bed.
5:20 AM Mosey to the kitchen and put away dishes.
5:30-5:50 AM Ice my sore foot.
5:50-6:20 AM Complete miscellaneous tasks and read my Bible.
6:20-6:25 AM Plank for two minutes (part of Darebee's multiplank challenge).
6:25-6:40 AM Practice yoga to calm my nerves and stretch out my foot. (This "10 Minute Yoga for Feet" from Yoga with Joelle was a good fit.) 
6:40-6:50 AM Complete more miscellaneous tasks. (I don't remember what I did.)
6:50-7:00 AM Go up and down the stairs five times.
7:00-7:15 AM Eat a banana and sip on water with Mortal. Gather belongings.
7:15-7:40 AM Travel to the race.
7:40-8:00 AM Run two warm up miles at 9:37/mile
8:00-8:20 AM Take a bathroom break. Walk to the start line. Take team photos.
8:20 AM Consume 1 caffeinated vanilla GU. Sip more water with Mortal.
8:23-8:28 AM Make a run for the bathroom, literally.
8:30-8:54 AM Run the 5K

[Unstated components of my training: A half-marathon in February, an 8:01/mile 4.2 mile run in April, and trying to keep a base of 30 miles through the ridiculously hot summer, plus 17 weeks of training for another race in December]

The weather was gorgeous, in the high 40's to low 50's, with sunshine! The course was a little bit hard to start, with some steep ups and downs around the lake. Then it was flat up and down the canal path. The turn-arounds were well marked this time, which really helped. (I did get a little freaked out when I lost sight of the men in front of me, though.) All in all, I would rate this race setup as A plus!

Some fast kids led for the first half mile or so. I looked down at my watch and consistently saw right under 8:00/mile, which is where I wanted to be, so I just tried to run my own race. I was breathing pretty hard, but the pace felt like I could sustain it, so that is what I attempted to do. I did not want to go too hard, either, as I have had some foot pain (extensor tendonitis?) and have my A race in a few more weeks from now. It was fun to hear the people at the aid stations say, "First women" as I passed. That is the first (and probably last) time I will hear that.

I found a small, small hill right past three miles. Getting up that felt hard. I tried to book it for the finish, and I think I did alright. My finish time was 24:10. If I had known I could get that close to 24:00, I might have tried to increase pace, but after all the foot pain I have had in the past week, I did not know if I could even run. My hope was to PR at faster than my Pat's Run pace, which would be 8:00/mile. The race clocked me at 7:46/mile, which is so exciting! All in all, I am so thrilled!


I am so thankful for my husband's constant support through this running journey, the coworkers who joined me to run, the people who cheered me on, a God who graciously let my body do this work, the Sole Sports staff who helped me find and buy my new Asics Magic Speed racers, and so much more. God is gracious. God is good. May this race support those doing the work of parenting kids from hard places, because man, they are the ones running not a sprint, but a marathon.

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Older and Braver?



People sometimes say that you get "older and wiser" as you age, but do you also get older and braver? The older I get, the more (reasonable) risks I find myself willing to take. I find that I am willing to try a few more things that will not work out. I am willing to stick my neck out for things that really matter. I am realizing that I will survive, even if I get embarrassed and/or I fail.

I think I care less and less about what other people think as I get older. That helps me take reasonable risks. Where in the past, I feared looking, "silly," now I embrace that I may look silly because I am. I may look silly and have fun. I may look silly and enjoy my life. I may look silly and actually get what I want out of life, and all of those are good with me!

I have made enough mistakes to know that there is a redo, or a "next time" for most of them. Where there is not, there is recovery from most. When the potential consequences of an action are more extreme or dire (eg jail, death, or imprisonment), maybe that is not a reasonable risk to take.

I speak my mind more. Maybe that is not a good thing. I am sure I need to practice more self-control. Still, in most situations, I find that a breath prayer and speaking my mind early on is far better than keeping things inside and exploding later. That has bigger consequences. 

I regret not being braver in some past situations. Why didn't I go get a picture with Olympian Molly Seidel when I saw her at a race? Why didn't I go talk to marathoner Steph Bruce when she was just a few feet from me? Fear. Fear of looking silly. Fear of not knowing what to say. Fear of getting turned down. But would I have survived all of these things? With God's help and the support of those who love me, yes.

I have taken more risks this year. I trained for and ran a half-marathon while my husband was finishing his degree. It was arguably one of the most stressful seasons of our life, and not the best timing, but with God's help, I did it, and I survived. I went up to fourth place Olympics Trials Marathon finisher Jess Tonn and asked for a photo after Pat's Run. She graciously granted it, and even chatted with me for a bit. I have published more posts on this blog about things I was scared to talk about. I went to a demo run for a new Brooks shoe. It was a new place and new people and I had to run my own race, as I was not as fast as the group runners. Still, it was all worth it, for me, at least.

Maybe it is selfish to be more about me these days, but I hope that in doing so I can be an example to those younger than me (and others in general) that while we should take life seriously because we only get one life, we should also enjoy life and take reasonable risks, because we only get one life. We only ever get older, so why not grow braver, too, if not just for ourselves, but maybe to inspire the world around us also?

Sunday, November 24, 2024

40 Years of Faithfulness


My parents celebrate 40 years of marriage today. What faithfulness! What commitment! Praise be to God! In honor of this occasion, here are 40 gifts that my parents' marriage has given to me:

  1. Teaching me about Jesus
  2. The practice of scripture recitation
  3. Demonstrating the importance of Bible reading
  4. Frequently incorporation of prayer
  5. A valuation of missions work
  6. Appreciation of home-cooked meals (Yes, even Dad's breakfast special of refrigerator biscuits, bacon, egg, and cheese counts because he made it at home!)
  7. Provision of a stable home life, something a lot of children rarely have these days.
  8. Two caregivers when I was sick
  9. The benefits of two protectors
  10. A real-life definition of a biblical marriage
  11. A balance of male and female input in my life
  12. Showing me what a godly husband should be
  13. Giving me an example of a godly wife
  14. Providing not one, but two prayer warriors
  15. Showing me two different cultures
  16. Modeling what it looks like to grow together over the years
  17. Vetted marriage resources
  18. The sharing of personal marriage advice
  19. Words of wisdom
  20. Gentle rebuke and correction
  21. Laughter
  22. Love
  23. The conviction divorce was not an option in a godly marriage
  24. Never discussing divorce in front of me
  25. Persistance
  26. A strong work ethic
  27. A stubborn will to succeed (those sometimes it does bite me)
  28. Love of the outdoors
  29. Timeless music
  30. Hymn playing and singing
  31. Thriftiness
  32. A desire to do things myself when and where I can
  33. Siblings
  34. A routine of churchgoing
  35. The tradition of Saturday morning pancakes
  36. Many great family recipes
  37. Great books
  38. Creativity
  39. Play
  40. Enjoyment of family games (Skip-Bo, Othello, Rook, Monopoly, etc.)
Thank you, Mom and Dad for your commitment to Jesus, and to each other. Happy anniversary!

Saturday, November 23, 2024

What I Used/What I Used Up (Week 47)

What I Used of My Meal Plan-


Dinners:



Fresh basil
Carton of 18 eggs
Head of iceberg lettuce
Half gallon of milk
Two pound bag of Mexican-style cheese
Eight ounce bag of mozzarella cheese
Two pound bag of mozzarella cheese
Parmesan cheese
Sourdough discard

Pantry:

Old chia seeds
Can of pumpkin
Protein bars

What went bad:

Nothing that I know up

What I Prepped for Next Week: 

Brown rice (Add a Pinch)
Instant Pot baked potatoes (Platings + Pairings)
Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook)

What I Froze for Future Me:

Brown rice and lentils 
(Betty Crocker)
Sourdough discard bagels (Acts of Sourdough)
Sourdough pumpkin muffins (Everyday Homemade

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

The Cool Kid

I always wanted to be that kid: the social butterfly, the one invited to all the parties, the person everyone wanted to be around, the cool kid. To an extent, I have gotten to be "that kid" a few times now. I got to be that kid when I had my first job in Arizona post-grad school. My new coworkers invited me to the bar before our training activities, and I got to go to the social events after the training. I didn't drink, but I did partake in the activities. I said it was to get to know them, and I did, but not necessarily in ways I would have liked. Overall, I still felt out of place. I found that socializing around alcohol really was not my thing.

I have gotten to be "the cool kid" several time since then: I have been invited to multiple social events, spent time in crowds of people, etc. I continue to find that I am uncomfortable. I would rather be the fly on the wall (though hopefully not a pesky one) than the social butterfly. I would rather eat dinner at home in peace that while nibbling on hors d'oeuvres and hobnobbing with "the brass." I would rather talk to my husband or a close friend than flit from group to group. I am really more of an introvert than an extrovert.

The older I get, the less I want to be "the cool kid." The older I get, the more cool I become with being me: a homebody with a few close friends, most of whom don't live near me. I skip quite a few social events. I don't stay super long at the events I do attend. I spend most of my nights at home, doing housework, talking to my husband, and then bookending the day with a crossword, snack, and cup of cocoa. For the most part, I am cool with it.

This is my life. This is my jam. I am no longer a kid, but a grown adult, and maybe, just maybe, I am finally coming into myself. Maybe, with God's help, I can continue to be cool with that.

Friday, November 15, 2024

What I Used/What I Used Up (Week 46)

What I Used of My Meal Plan-

Lunches:

Salads with options of toppings: carrots, cheese, chickpeas, 
Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook), shredded chicken (365 Days of Crockpot), salsa, and spicy ranch dressing (The Spiffy Cookie)


Bacon
Bag of baby carrots
Cooked chickpeas
Egg white

Head of iceberg lettuce

Pantry:

Onion powder
Big can of pumpkin
Pecans
Potatoes
Steel cut oats
White pepper

What went bad:

Nothing that I know up

What I Prepped for Next Week: 

Brown rice (Add a Pinch)Granola (Oatrageous Oatmeals)
Instant Pot baked potatoes (Platings + Pairings)
Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook)

What I Froze for Future Me:

Nothing this week!

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Home


I had it pulled up for weeks, the Zillow page for this house I have never seen, never visited. This home that once belonged to other people, but now sat empty, waiting. It was not my home, but now it is home, not for me, but for my people.

My parents made it known some years ago that they did not, could not, plan to stay in my teenage home forever. (Even that was not home for all of my childhood, but it was the only home we lived in long enough for me to consider it home, the only home my parents ever bought, the only home my parents ever paid off, the only home my parents owned.) They considered selling for a while, and tried, but to no avail. Then suddenly, all the pieces fell into place. They got a buyer for their house. They moved their stuff east. They went searching, and before I knew it, this house was on my phone screen, this new home for my people.

After over 25 years of my parents being in one place, it is strange to think of this new house as belonging to my parents. Their things were not in it yet. Technically, they had yet to take possession, but it was theirs, or would be theirs. Keeping the house photo up on my phone helped my brains start accepting that. 

Change is hard. I still do not see this new state as my parents' home. I see it as my brother's home. I still have not quite grasped the fact that my parents will now be two days away from me. I am used to driving north for two hours and being at their doorstep. This new house on my screen looked empty, foreign, but change happens in stages, so I left the house up, each time I saw it, reminding myself that this is now a home, not for me, but where my people will be.

Ultimately, home is not a place. It is not the old house, or this new one. It is where my heart is, and my heart is with my people, wherever they may be. Near or far, a piece of my heart goes where they are, and maybe that's part of the reason I kept looking at this house on my screen, because a part of me was moving here, not physically, but mentally and emotionally. My family is my home, and my heart moves with them,  to this house, and perhaps to another and another, until one day we all make our forever home with Jesus.

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Real Life Marriage: Standing on My Own Two Feet


Six years ago, I was walking up a trail with a guy I did not know what to do with. I had reached the point that it was either get serious, or get out. I knew my heart was in way over my head, and I honestly did not know what to do about it. I'd talked and tried to express myself to the extent that I felt right, consulted friends, and prayed a lot. Nothing was moving, and I needed to let God move. Here I am today, walking the path of married life with that same guy, realizing that God has moved, a lot, and not in ways I exactly expected.

I started marriage thinking I could be a perfect wife. Even if that was not what I was thinking exactly, my actions showed that I believed I could do more than I could. Five years plus of marriage later, and God has humbled me again and again. I have a lot of pride and selfishness and rough edges that need sanding away. Marriage has been doing that for me, but often in ways that require some painful and abrasive interactions with my husband.

I started down the counseling path for myself again last fall. Life had been too much, and we decided we had to make room in our schedule and budget for me to start processing some stuff. As with all things, the drivers for me to return to counseling turned out not to the main topics I have addressed in counseling. Instead, I have been working a lot of my own self-regulation, on my own self-management, and my own self-care.

I started working a few hours less each week about a month ago, after one two many melt-downs led my husband to give me an ultimatum. It was true that I was releasing the stress of life at home, and I needed a better way. That little bit of margin has helped immensely, and I am grateful!

I started a more intensive race training plan late this summer. It forced me to stand up for myself in my own home, to say when I needed to eat, go to bed, etc. I had always expressed those things, but sometimes let them slide in the interest of trying to serve my husband (and also because of my own laziness and procrastination). The immensity of my physical needs during this training cycle has forced me to tend to myself. 

In summary, this past year has forced me to realize anew that self-care really is my responsibility. Even though I am married, I have to stand on my own two feet. Interdependence is one thing, but leaning heavily on my husband to know my needs, tend to me needs, or "fix me" does not work. Rather, it trips him up. I, in turn, become hindrance, rather than a helper.

This work of finding my way, of differentiating myself from my spouse, has been hard. I am sure it is not over yet, as Lord willing, we still have a long road of life ahead of us. I am sure there will be some hikes and climbs, as well as some descents back into the valley. While I hope that I can refer to my husband as a rich resource with which God has blessed me, I hope that I can also carry with me this ability to be independent. Ultimately, may my independence strengthen our interdependence, because two people people standing on their own two feet get a lot farther than two people with their feet tied together trying to run a three-legged race.

Saturday, November 9, 2024

What I Used/What I Used Up (Week 45)

What I Used of My Meal Plan-

Lunches:

Bagels
Brown rice and lentils 
(Betty Crocker)
Salads with options of toppings: carrots, cheese, chickpeas, Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook), shredded chicken (365 Days of Crockpot), salsa, and spicy ranch
Chicken stew (Budget Bytes)

Dinners:


Snacks:

Apples
Baby carrots
Bagels
Bananas
Cheese sticks
Leftover Sunday morning pancakes (The Perfect Loaf)
Oatmeal in various forms
Peanut butter protein granola from Trader Joe's
Roasted pumpkin seeds (The Minimalist Baker)

What I Used Up--

Freezer:

Bag of frozen green beans
Two pound bag of broccoli
Cinnamon raisin bagels

Fridge
:


Two dozen egg cartons
Bag of baby carrots
One head of iceberg lettuce
Jicama

Pantry:

Nesquick drink powder
Peanut butter protein granola from Trader Joe's
Can of pumpkin

What went bad:

Nothing that I know up

What I Prepped for Next Week: 

Brown rice (Add a Pinch)
Chicken and mashed potato bowls with gravy (40 Aprons)

Instant Pot hard-boiled eggs (Omnivore's Cookbook)
Pumpkin oat flour muffins (Food Talk Daily)
Super simple granola 

What I Froze for Future Me: