A few days ago the grocery situation around here had gotten pretty pathetic. I think we had some cereal for the kid's breakfast and I can't even tell you what Chris scrounged up for himself. I sighed then headed out to the chicken coop praying there was at least one egg I could cook. Score! It's nice to have chickens I can rely on. On my way back I passed through the garden and grabbed some basil. Another score! There was a tomato-basil omelet in my near future. Not too shabby.
As treasurer (certainly not earner) of the family finances, I am the one who sees the money spent on groceries. I am aware of how much is spent and when we are getting close to an empty bank account. Therefore, I think I am more likely to piece together make shift meals to stretch the dollar a bit. Sometimes those make shift meals turn out rather nicely...such as my omelet. Other times not so much. What do you mean you can't take a peanut butter and cheese sandwich today? Put that meat in some lettuce and sprinkle beans on top. It will be awesome, I promise. The Menno in me says, come on you can definitely make a meal out of those ingredients. It may not taste good, but think of what you didn't waste. My Grandma Miriam would be so proud of me.
Anyway, as I finished up my impromptu omelet I realized the girls had both left a few sips of O.J. in their cups. Score! Man, what a great day this was turning out to be. What else could I possibly find as the day unfolded? It was then I had the following revelation...sometimes my meals are dependent on what the chickens give me and what my children leave for me. Is that a bad place to be?
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"Egg, Daddy, egg"
Hmm, it is kind of sad. but sad in a good amish-menno kind of way. which i guess is more like great. last night it was 9pm til i realized neither of my kids ate supper. sigh. how about eggs, daddy says? they had cereal and ramens. double sigh. went to bed not feeling great about the lack of health food my kids just ate. but they were fed with full tummies. sometimes that's what ya do. and it's ok after a long day of both of us working, driving to softball game, forgot cleats, drive back home, rush back to game by 6:01pm - 1 minute too late for my daughter, daddy finally made it to game so i rushed to get laish at gma's, oh game ended already, didn't get to watch my kid play, nurse in the van quick so jew is happy on the way home, come home to a messy house and no supper ready, baths needed by everyone, thank God no homework, night night by 10pm. we did good. YOU did good. chickens did good. don't slaughter them yet. you got a few good omelets coming yet.
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