I Am Woman, Hear Me Domestify
Yes, I know "domestify" is not a real
word. Just seemed right.
Yesterday I finally started to get my domestic feet back under me after a couple weeks of nursing kids and being sick myself. I spent the whole morning trying to wade through family paperwork, balancing checkbooks and cleaning up old documents to be filled out and such.
After lunch I hit the kitchen, baking a couple plates of cookies for some upcoming events for the girls. Then I took apart a whole roasted chicken (full disclosure – bought it pre-cooked from Whole Foods Market. But listen, $8.99 for an organic, free-range, fully cooked bird is a steal in my book). I used almost all the chicken for a casserole I made, doubling the recipe so we’d have one to eat last night and one for the freezer for another time. I set aside just enough chicken for chicken salad for school lunches tomorrow, then set the bones in the crockpot for several hours with some veggies to make homemade chicken stock for future recipes.
And yes, I cleaned the whole disaster zone of a kitchen up before bedtime.
So this morning I’ve got the cookies for Friday night’s event done, an extra meal in the freezer, and dinner tonight is leftovers. Yes, I am feeling reasonably on top of things.
And yes, I know that the holidays are coming. Hence the edge of panic to my domesticity.
Yesterday I finally started to get my domestic feet back under me after a couple weeks of nursing kids and being sick myself. I spent the whole morning trying to wade through family paperwork, balancing checkbooks and cleaning up old documents to be filled out and such.
After lunch I hit the kitchen, baking a couple plates of cookies for some upcoming events for the girls. Then I took apart a whole roasted chicken (full disclosure – bought it pre-cooked from Whole Foods Market. But listen, $8.99 for an organic, free-range, fully cooked bird is a steal in my book). I used almost all the chicken for a casserole I made, doubling the recipe so we’d have one to eat last night and one for the freezer for another time. I set aside just enough chicken for chicken salad for school lunches tomorrow, then set the bones in the crockpot for several hours with some veggies to make homemade chicken stock for future recipes.
And yes, I cleaned the whole disaster zone of a kitchen up before bedtime.
So this morning I’ve got the cookies for Friday night’s event done, an extra meal in the freezer, and dinner tonight is leftovers. Yes, I am feeling reasonably on top of things.
And yes, I know that the holidays are coming. Hence the edge of panic to my domesticity.
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