|Dinner tonight: Celia's minestrone soup. Buttery breadsticks not pictured.|
Life with 2.75 small children is hard. No doubt about it. Wonderful, glorious, rewarding, love-filled and yes, hard. So today I share with you one of my sanity saving secrets. (See how I alliterated there?) Once a week, I cook a giant quantity of food, split it three ways, and share with my friends Celia and Jill. On a different day of the week, each of them does the same. It's almost too crazy to work, but it does. Last year I swapped with just one friend. I think two is my limit, but who knows? All I can say is that two nights off of cooking a week basically keeps me from losing my mind. What's left of it, anyway.
For the curious, here's some of what we've made and shared this year:
Taco lentil soup
Pollo verde con papas
Zucchini cheese pie
Mac and cheese
Tater tot casserole
And I am sure there's more, but no one took a nap today, so bedtime is nigh.