Before this sweet little Peanut made its home in my belly, I was experiencing a pinnacle of productivity. I mean, I hadn't watched Food Network in weeks. I cranked out menu plans a month at a time -- and stuck to them! I was organizing cabinets, planning some redecoration projects, and being generally creative.
Well, I've already watched an hour of Food Network today. I can't even menu plan for tonight because there's no telling what I might want to eat (or make) at 5:00. I have no plans to organize anything for another three months, much less do anything creative. And I'm pretty much feeling brain dead.
This sounds like I'm complaining, but really I'm not. It's kind of nice to feel like a vegetable every once in a while. My problem used to be that I couldn't turn my brain off. Now my problem is that I can't turn it on! If only I could just get it to work for little hour-long spurts a couple of times a day. :)
The great news is that the weather is starting to turn spring-like. Yes, we had snow on Saturday. But the projected highs for this week are hanging out in the sixties, which means I can begin to kiss my uncomfortable jeans goodbye. I cannot wait to throw on elastic-waist skirts and flip-flops for the next six months. Pretty convenient for a pregnant woman, hmm?
This is getting even more random than I had planned.
If you've read this far, I need help:
What do I make for dinner tonight?
Here are a few qualifiers:
- I want nothing to do with roast-type meat. Or really "main dish meat" in general, unless it's chicken fingers.
- It has to be easy to make with a critter underfoot.
- It cannot leave lingering smells in the kitchen, like the quesadillas I made yesterday.
- We're also trying to have foods that Phoebe can eat, or at least adapt easily for Phoebe to eat.