For the record, I’m really looking forward to not having to itemize my meals everyday, as I’m sure you are. The shame of daily jelly sandwiches for the kids is starting to take its toll. In the form of even more jelly sandwiches. It’s a vicious cycle.
Come on, Sunday, come on…
Yogurt (Stonyfield Farm, Londonderry, NH)
Chex (exempt) with milk (Crescent Ridge Dairy, Sharon, MA)
Last of the French toast bread pudding with maple syrup (Shattuck’s Sugarhouse, Belchertown, MA)
Apples (Autumn Hills Orchard, Groton, MA)
Kids had jelly sandwiches on whole wheat bread, carrot sticks, and dried cranberries
I had leftover polenta with tomato and sausage sauce
Cheddar cheese (Cabot, VT)
Homemade potato chips (made from the peelings of the potatoes I was cooking!)
Tortilla Espanola (potato omelet) (potatoes from Drumlin Farm, Lincoln, MA; onion from Blue Heron Organic Farm, Lincoln, MA; eggs from Pete and Jen’s Backyard Birds, Concord, MA)
Arugula salad (Drumlin Farm, Lincoln, MA)
Kids also had bread and butter, and, um, more apples
We ran out of fruit today (except for apples; we have a ton of those).
And, yes, I made potato chips out of potato peelings. Isn’t that how chips were invented? It just seemed irresponsible to throw them away when they could be fried. Of course, the kids rejected them outright as if I had just emptied the contents of our garbage can into the fryer. Hello? That’s what McDonald’s does. At least I washed them first.
Long story short, I ate them all. They were light and crispy, but the flavor was deep, like the dark russet variety of Cape Cod potato chips. And who doesn’t like those? People who don’t know what’s good, that’s who.