Breakfast: burritos. We aren't terribly creative here, but it works for us.
Lunch: Cress is having a pizza party at school so no lunch for her. I had a chicken salad sandwich and two CSA apples. Those are good, whatever variety it is. Dai and Phyllis packed their own lunches and I forgot to ask them what they packed - again.
Dinner: Osso Busco (apparently the schmancy name for beef crosscut shanks) cooked in a slow cooker with spices, garlic, beef broth and tomatoes after being seared. I also made roasted vegetables, carrots, potatoes and parsnips but I had take Dai to swim, so I needed Phyllis to take them out of the oven. She was scared about that, so I said that she could just turn the oven off and leave them in there, but they were really overcooked when I got home 20 minutes later. I was so bummed and I just could not let it go. Phyllis kept telling me, "This part is good. That one isn't very burned. I still like them." I know she was trying to make me feel better but it didn't. When I told her so, then she burst into tears and said that she felt like it was her fault. I think I had been earlier clear that she had followed instructions but I had given poor instructions so it was not her fault. But, I restated again. She also made a salad for dinner and we had feta on the side.
Prep ahead: banana bread for Phyllis's party tomorrow. She needs 28 pieces of a finger food so Jason cut into 14 slices and then cut those in half. Even if she brings some home, I will not get any because I am avoiding sugars.
Lunch: Cress is having a pizza party at school so no lunch for her. I had a chicken salad sandwich and two CSA apples. Those are good, whatever variety it is. Dai and Phyllis packed their own lunches and I forgot to ask them what they packed - again.
Dinner: Osso Busco (apparently the schmancy name for beef crosscut shanks) cooked in a slow cooker with spices, garlic, beef broth and tomatoes after being seared. I also made roasted vegetables, carrots, potatoes and parsnips but I had take Dai to swim, so I needed Phyllis to take them out of the oven. She was scared about that, so I said that she could just turn the oven off and leave them in there, but they were really overcooked when I got home 20 minutes later. I was so bummed and I just could not let it go. Phyllis kept telling me, "This part is good. That one isn't very burned. I still like them." I know she was trying to make me feel better but it didn't. When I told her so, then she burst into tears and said that she felt like it was her fault. I think I had been earlier clear that she had followed instructions but I had given poor instructions so it was not her fault. But, I restated again. She also made a salad for dinner and we had feta on the side.
Prep ahead: banana bread for Phyllis's party tomorrow. She needs 28 pieces of a finger food so Jason cut into 14 slices and then cut those in half. Even if she brings some home, I will not get any because I am avoiding sugars.
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