It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Bread and water

The children at MaryP’s can credit Stephanie, the Crockpot Lady, for their interesting and nutritious meals. Really. A couple of years ago, and for many years prior to that, I’d have told anyone who asked that I didn’t like cooking. It was tedious, it was boring. Necessary, but boring.

And then I stumbled across this blog. No, wait! She came to me! The lovely Mir had shared with Stephanie a recipe I had shared with her, and Stephanie adapted and used it. (And I got 400 extra hits that day!!!)

Crockpotting (is that a verb?) suited me to a tee. I am a morning person. Being able to have dinner prepared before the first child arrived was PERFECT for me, just perfect! I was combing her site every day, trying out new crockpot recipes several times a week. (Because, even though I know Stephanie did it, you really can’t eat crockpot every night of the week.)

But then I needed other things to fill in the non-crockpot nights, too, so I started hunting other recipe sites, dusting off my recipe books. We were trying out a new recipe every night of the week! And I was having fun!

The upshot is that the daycare tots (and my own lovely family) are now eating better than they ever have: quinoa-stuffed squash, chicken jamabalaya, butter chicken, lentil curry… When we have mac and cheese, it’s home-made.

But of course, reality doesn’t always cooperate, and sometimes even the most enthusiastic cook…

We had a busy morning yesterday: a trip to the park followed by a craft which turned out to be more time-consuming than I expected. Then, when I went to the fridge for our lunch — (planned) leftover black bean felafels from my family’s dinner the night before — I discovered that someone had raided the fridge sometime after dinner. No felafels!

What to do? The kids were already sitting at the table and they were HUNGRY! I need something quick and easy to feed the starving hordes. I scan the shelves, see the solution. And wince. I don’t even know why that stuff is in our fridge. I make a compromise with reality.

“Here, guys. Baloney sandwiches. It’s not fancy, but it’s fast!”

Of course, everyone is wildly enthused by such a rare and exotic treat (my word would be ‘toxic’, but oh, well).

“That’s okay, Mary,” Emily assures me. “I like sandwiches! Last night I had butter sandwiches for dinner!”

This interests William. “You ate butter for dinner? Yummy!”

“Uh-huh, and the day before, I had hamburger salami!”

“Oh, I LOVE hamburger salami!!!”

Hamburger salami? No idea what that might be — which puts me in good company: Emily’s mummy had no idea either.

Maybe I’ve found another recipe to search out??

October 7, 2009 - Posted by | Emily, food | , ,


  1. Ha! I make my own homemade mac and cheese as well. Except that I don’t use macaroni, I use scoobi-do (we pronounce it like the cartoon dog) noodles. Not much more hassle than opening a box of the ready to go stuff but 1000x better tasting.

    I’ve never heard of scoobi-do noodles. We don’t use elbow macaroni, either: we generally use those little shells (forget what they’re called), or fusilli.

    Comment by Zayna | October 7, 2009 | Reply

  2. I don’t even know what non-homemade mac and cheese would be like. You crazy people across the pond there!

    We had the quickest omelette for tea last night because my day got ALL messed up. I had great plans, though.

    Kraft Dinner, colloquially known as KD. A box containing some age-old straight tube noodles and a packet of brilliant orange powder. Boil noodles, drain water, add butter, milk and powder, and voila! — a belly-filling non-food meal. Lots of carbs, lots of food colouring, and, apart from the milk and butter you add, virtually no nutrient value whatsoever…

    There are generic knock-offs that have less food colouring.

    Comment by Mwa | October 7, 2009 | Reply

  3. I love hearing that you feed them so well, Mary. I hope they take the interest in new foods home with them and convince their parents to give them more exotic and adventurous foods there too. I followed her blog too and we’ve added some staples from it — tamale pie (usually w/o meat) is one favorite.

    Some of them are adventurous eaters without much effort; some of them have to be convinced. (Hunger is a good motivator…) They all eat what I serve, in varying quantities; sadly for the parents, there is not necessarily a transfer of interest.

    Comment by Jill in Atlanta | October 7, 2009 | Reply

  4. HAHAHAHa You gotta do what you gotta do! I’ve had to do that when the power went out once or twice!

    Comment by Cole | October 7, 2009 | Reply

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