I’m always amazed by the awesome recipes I stumble upon when I take time to weed through my disheveled, disorganized, disaster of a filing system I’ve got going on. Today’s wraps are a great example of a long forgotten old favorite, and I came across the recipe at the perfect time. We had a chaotic night where the whole DamFam was going to be rushing off to various events (meetings, practices, yadda yadda yadda) and dinner was eaten in shifts. I set up a little wrap-building assembly line in the morning and made wraps to everyone’s specifications (service with a smile, don’tcha know). I rolled them in sheets of parchment, labeled them with black crayon ala’ Jimmy Johns, and stashed them in the fridge for later consumption. I even made two extra for cold lunches the following day — how smart was that?
After Vince Condella called for some frosty evenings later on in the week, I decided it was time to start pulling the plug on my basil plants. Last year I pushed the envelope and ended up losing my entire crop to frost, and I had to (*gasp*) BUY pesto all winter. Not this year! No sir’ee Bob. I’m ON TOP of it!
We had quite an unusual situation on the homefront last night. With No Thank You Boy up north enjoying the great outdoors through Monday, my youngest still away at camp, and The Husband on a business trip to Chicago – The Pickle and little ol’ me were left to hold down the fort and fend for ourselves for 24 hours.
You might envision the two of us huddled together, shivering and sobbing with fright and loneliness, pining away for our absent family members, and counting the moments until they all returned.
And that would be……incorrect.
We sat down to the dinner table last night and for the first three minutes: total silence. Total silence followed by comments such as “Good dinner, Mom!”, and “REALLY good dinner, Mamacita!”, and “Yeah, nice job!” I just love it when I hit a home run, I really do. I live for dinner time glory.
We have someone in our family who despises cilantro. I don’t want to name names or anything … but we call him DAD for short. Yep, my dad. He hates cilantro and he can spot it at twenty paces blindfolded with his nose plugged. It’s become a long-running joke in our family. And you know how dads are with their jokes … need I say more? I’ll just say it again: long running.
I am planning on lightening up a little bit though, so I made one of my favorite meat loaves this weekend. This recipe makes a huge meat loaf, just so you know. I usually make the whole thing, then divide it in half and freeze one for a rainy day. Leftovers make fabulous sandwiches!
I’ve got happy news to break to y’all – chili season is upon us in a big way! I think it arrived with all that wild wind we had earlier in the week. I’m all right with it, actually. Chili is simple to make, it’s a frugal girl’s friend, and my punks love it! Plus, it makes the house smell fab’.
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