Before I start, I have a favor to put out to you bloggers:
I need 3 guest posts for the first weekend in December. I’ve tweeted about this a couple of times over the last week, but I kept forgetting to ask here. So please, if anyone can lend a hand, DM me on twitter or comment here that you’re interested and I will shoot you an e-mail to set things up.
I’m so proud of myself for going running on Wednesday. I really have not been in the mood lately, but with a race a week from Sunday, getting back into my Brooks and onto the pavement was completely necessary. I have to tell you, for the first mile I started thinking that perhaps I have lost my mind. Me? Running? Races? What?
I only ran about 2.25 miles, and I did take a couple of walking breaks. Aafter the first mile, however, I did start to find my rhythm. I even ran up a hill on the way back home. I don’t generally do inclines, but I thought, “What the heck? Let’s run up this street for a block!” I swear. It just about killed me. Just one block.
In my defense, I live in San Francisco.
It’s okay. I survived.
I huffed and puffed for a block, caught my breath and then resumed my run home.
Once I showered I had a huge bowl of Monday’s soup. This soup has really surprised me. Typically, I grow sick of soup within a day of making it. I only cook for myself, so I get sick of eating the same thing everyday. This soup, however, is great. I am in no way sick of it. I actually ate it for lunch and dinner on Tuesday. It’s nice when things work out like that.
I didn’t get to cleaning because I spent too much time on laundry. Not by choice. I spent $1.50 drying my clothes, only to come back 30 minutes later to a dryer full of wet clothes. The machine just tossed them around without heat for a half hour, despite me having depressed the “high heat” button.
For dinner, I decided to make something quick, as I wanted to save my soup for lunch at work. I decided to fall back on a dinner I’ve been having a lot lately, which is pasta w/broccoli. I didn’t have any tomatoes or bottled sauces. I also didn’t want to try making any non-tomato based sauces, as my last attempt wasn’t really that great. I dug around in the kitchen and realized I had a packet of alfredo mix.
Aw, what the heck. Let’s give it a go.
Heat up the milk and the butter. Add the packet. Mix until dissolved. Add parmesan. Mix some more. Remove from heat.
Chop up your bunches of broccoli and cook them however you see fit. Today I was going the total lazy route and decided to steam it in one of those steamer zip lock bags in the microwave.
Make up a pot of whole wheat spaghetti and combine it with the broccoli and sauce. Put some in a bowl and eat dinner while you watch The Pioneer Woman on Throwdown with Bobby Flay.
I thought the sauce was okay, but nothing special. Good in a pinch if you don’t have anything better to use.
Sometime after dinner I realized that I never made pancakes today. It had been my plan to make pancakes for batch freezing. I usually make up a couple of batches and I wrap two at a time in wax paper and saran wrap. After all of the pancakes are wrapped, I put them in a zip lock bag and stick them in the freezer. They make for a quick, healthy breakfast when I don’t have time to make anything else.
Normally, not making pancakes wouldn’t really matter. I can just make them another day. The problem today was that I had a carton of buttermilk in my fridge for this purpose. I got up and checked the sell by date….11/15. Hmm. I knew I wouldn’t have a chance to make pancakes again until next Tuesday, which would make my milk really past its date. So I knew I should make them tonight.
But it was 9:30pm.
Not really prime pancake making time.
Oh! I know!
I’ll make up two packages of Jiffy mix cornbread!
I figured that at least I got to use some of the buttermilk, so even if it doesn’t make it to pancake making day, it didn’t go completely to waste. Plus, cornbread is excellent for breakfast, so I can eat it at work on Friday (I have oatmeal for Thursday, but I had been planning to have pancakes on Friday).
I know a lot of you out there are thumbing your nose at my pan of Jiffy Mix cornbread. Now, if you’re vegan, I’ll give you a pass, as I just read last week on a Healthy Tipping Point recipe that Jiffy has animal fat in it. (Yeah, I’ve been eating Jiffy my entire life and I’ve never once looked at the ingredients. Oops.) So, if you’re vegan, then yes, this bread is awful.
Otherwise, you should just get over yourself. My grandmother was from Trion, Georgia, and knew darned well how to make cornbread without a mix. She still used Jiffy. So I don’t feel bad one bit.
Actually I feel glad and will think of her on Friday morning when I eat my milk and bread. Miss you grandma!
Do you ever cook with mixes to save time? Is it homemade or the highway?