I asked my boyfriend what he wanted to do last weekend and he said "hmm....can you make some food?" reality check: ok, so this means that we are eating food, but I am making food. Let me squeeze 12 tangerines worth of juice too while I'm at it.
In any case, this is great reason for me to actually make proper meals instead of a fridge raid sandwich or a jumble pasta. This means proper brunch without ungodly amounts of butter on corn bread, and it means I can have a cheese plate for after brunch dessert, and it means I can have the juice AND the coffee AND extra doodads without shelling out an extra $8 per doodad and drink. This means a full dinner and breakfast muffins/dessert muffin (I've decided that they are a dessert too.). Does this mean that I will be too stuffed to eat the ice cream that I was too lazy to make? Probably.
Saturday night dinner: Operation pork chop with homemade applesauce, featuring carefully considered summer to fall transition vegetables (salad of fresh vegetables next to medley of roast vegetables in complimentary colours (purples, yellows, oranges))
Sunday night spur of the moment dinner: Roast herb stuffed honey chicken on bed of kale surrounded by a moat of steamed corn. Purple garlic mashed potatoes (not featured) just for fun.
After dinner, we are too stuffed to talk, incredibly lethargic and together with dim yellow light and cello music, most definitely in the thick of a food haze. None of that wannabe fancy dinner with sauce drizzled in zigzag patterns, foam sculptures or decorative parsley ensembles. These were Practical Meals for Autumn, rich in freshly dug root vegetables. If a food fight should ensue, it was the type that could take you out with a single blow to the forehead with a sizeable chicken leg.
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