I had avocado tacos at my favorite Mexican restaurant yesterday, and Rockford and the kids gave me a Doctor Who t-shirt and Doctor Who Yahtzee for Mother’s Day. It was a nice day. Last night the following phrases (among others) were uttered:
This week we’ll be eating out more than usual, which is fine by me. Sometimes I love cooking but lately I’ve been not-so-enthused about it. Which may explain and may be explained by the reoccurrence of the same 5 meals every week lately. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy on the wheel of repetition. Or something.
- Monday: Black bean soup
- Bacon bacon bacon. And beans. But mostly bacon.
- Tuesday: Out
- We’re going to try to switch things up a little and try out some new restaurants rather than ordering pizza every week. This week we’re going out for Mongolian beef. (Or something else for other people, maybe, but I’ll be having Mongolian beef.)
- Wednesday: Family dinner
- Rockford’s sister and her fiancé will be in town. We will be dining with them.
- Thursday: Orange chicken
- I think this is week three for this one. Maybe I’ll remember to thaw the chicken this week!
- Friday: Out again!
- We wouldn’t normally be going out twice in one week, but we’ve been invited to a friends’ birthday dinner at a sushi restaurant. She’s turning 5.
I want to eat all of these dinners with your family because they sound so good. Mongolian Beef? Yes, please. Orange chicken? Yep. Sushi? YES.