"Where's Mom?" "Did you look under that pile of manicotti?"

Sorry that the inspirational and literary posts have been few and far between. This is a grunt work few weeks for me, and today that means Mega-Cooking Time. We don't do things in halves around here, so when we prepare meals for the freezer, we do it on a ridiculous scale. Right now we have eight quiches cooling on the table, and six manicottis piled up for the freezer. Add that to the other thirty entrees we packed in yesterday, and you have a sticky, productive kitchen. We still have four more things to prepare and freeze, but then we are DONE. Four nights a week we will eat something hot and nutritious. For the other three nights a week, we have plans (new recipe with oldest daughter once a week, Mexican feast with oldest son once a week, C.O.R.D. (Clean Out Refrigerator Day) once a week) but those are all variables. On the four other nights, we KNOW there is a good meal coming. For some people (aka: the husband) that sends gallons of happiness to the love tank.

We have lovely music going, hard work from all family members (on cooking, laundry folding, or Boy Scout advancements) and even the all-important absorbing and chewing on what has been read, but I only have brains for recipes right now. I promise poems, book reviews, and other more stimulating posts soon. I may even post some details on what mega-cooking is for us, but I promise you will be warned and can scroll right past it if that kind of post makes you want to jump out of your body and run down the street.

Back to the freezer. See you soon.