Why do I find meal planning so hard? You would think after 17 and a half years of being a parent I would have got past sifting through the fridge at 5pm in a panic and not knowing what to to cook for the people who reside with me.
No such luck
In a bid to inject some organisation into our week and hopefully leave time for more of the “other stuff” I am trying. Really trying, to get on top of this part.
If I can nail this stupidly small and seemingly easy part of our family week then, I don’t know, maybe everything else will somehow fall into place. Moody teenagers will suddenly transform into pleasant and cooperative young adults. The Husband will shake off the fatigue of his day/week/month/year and become attentive to something other than Clash of sodding Clans and the 4 year old. Maybe he will stop declaring he hates a food that just 2 days earlier was all he would let pass his lips. I will of course be able to spend those extra few moments of my day doing something fabulous.
You can place your bets on how that will turn out.
We do definitely save money when we plan though. So there is that.
Our Dinners For The Week
Friday – Chicken Noodles with a homemade 2 syn Sweet and Sour style sauce
Saturday – Burgers with chips and slaw. I might make my chips with celeriac. I don’t know if that will taste a bit parsnippy though?
Sunday – roast chicken, mash, roast celeriac, carrots, sprouts.
Monday – pie for them. tandoori skewer and Slimming World aloo gobi for me. Nicer than it sounds.
Tuesday – rice, chicken, corn on cob, think Nandos without the price tag.
Wednesday – Sausages and mash. Did you know you can make your mash creamier by adding an egg? I am going to try it. If I end up with a scrambly egg mash, I will let you know.
Thursday – Spaghetti Bolognese. A smaller portion for me which I will bulk out with roasted red pepper and courgette.
Breakfast is usually porridge with fruit. Lunches I don’t tend to plan. It will be whatever I can grab that is Slimming World friendly or maybe if those other things fall into place then who knows. Maybe I will make a soup. We can but dream, right?