January 23, 2012 (for real this time) – Meatless Monday!

Wow, I really haven’t been with it lately.  Looking back at my posts I seem to have misdated a couple, including yesterday’s.  All the incorrect dates that I’ve noticed have been corrected in their titles, but not in the URL.  Someone should buy me a calendar or something – oh wait, someone DID buy me a calendar for Christmas.  If you are indeed what you eat, then someone’s been growing ginormous peanuts, covering them in chocolate, and feeding them to me without my knowledge because I am a big goober.  🙂

Pre-breakfast blood sugar:  176

Pre-dinner blood sugar: 157

Breakfast:  Cereal and yogurt

Lunch:  Cheese quesadilla with salsa and sour cream (2 tortillas total)

Snack: String cheese, 5 multigrain Club crackers

Dinner:  Grilled cheese sandwiches, veggie soup, and onion rings

Yeah, I know the onion rings aren’t the best choice, but I’m applying a bit of the principle of harm reduction here.  I wanted a side dish different from what I have planned for my other meals, and from yesterday’s adventures I discovered the kids might like onion rings more than just a random bite.  And the last time I checked, having the occasional onion is better than continuously having potatoes (i.e., the fries Jeff wanted for tonight….which he got, but had to encourage the kids to want the onion rings).  To continue in the spirit of harm reduction, I chose to bake them and not fry them.  Bottom line:  I know I have a (slightly) healthier alternative to fries for them.  Still working on Jeff in the that department.

Last night in preparation for tonight’s dinner, I send Jeff out to get “veggies for veggie soup” and some non-tomato vegetarian broth (looking back, considering he doesn’t do tomatoes AT ALL, and there is no hope to changing his mind – I’ve tried – that was kind of silly to make the non-tomato request).  He comes home with:  a can of corn, a parsnip, an orange bell pepper, a yellow bell pepper, a zucchini, and a 12 oz. bag of pre-washed broccoli and carrots, and the believable explanation that our grocer did not have any such broth (given the time of night and the weekend we’ve had I didn’t feel like arguing with him even if I wanted to).

So, this afternoon I washed/drained/chopped all the veggies he brought (except the yellow pepper, as after looking inside it, it didn’t look right to me), threw it all in the crockpot with 8 cups of chicken broth (I know it’s not vegetarian but this is as close as I without a car or cash is going to get with this soup).  Threw in a tablespoon of dried basil and a half tablespoon of black pepper, assumed the broth will give it all the salt this dish should need, and let it cook on high for 4 hours.

And…..it was awful.  I put WAY too much pepper.  No, scratch that.  “WAY too much pepper” covers it about as much as saying Jayne Cobb likes guns to describe his obsession.  I love spicy, but I had trouble eating it.  And poor G., whose soup had been absentmindedly peppered in addition to what was already in there, managed to spill my bowl onto his lap while I was up getting him more to drink (thankfully it was cool enough to not burn) – the second thing he’s spilled today, with the first being half a cup of iced tea next to the computer (everything important is safe).  I might try to drain the veggies in hopes of being able to salvage it for future meals, and the next time I try this, I think I’ll just let everyone salt/pepper to their own taste.

Now, off to my Monday night routine of date night with Jeff.


January 9, 2012 – Meatless Monday!

Pre-breakfast sugar: 230

Pre-dinner: 125

Breakfast: Cereal and Yogurt

Lunch: Mushroom pizza

Dinner: Veggie lasagna (the tomato-free, Stouffer’s version), salad, and bread

Look at that evening sugar – Whoo! I’m pretty sure, however, I destroyed it in celebration.

The first Meatless Monday in our place was going well, everyone chowing down left and right…..until dinner. Everyone seemed to be a fan of the bread, G. loved the shredded mozzarella in the salad, N. loved the red cabbage in the salad, but no one liked the rest of the meal – except me. There are 5 billion versions of lasagna – my kids will like one, I swear! *insert evil laughter here*