Twenty days in to 2016, and I'm declaring my 10th recipe as THE best one of the year so far. One pot? Check. Vegetarian? Check. Requires just enough baking time that I can wash dishes AND prep the next night's slow-cooker dinner before the timer goes off? Check. (More on that slow-cooker dinner later, but man, it feels good to have tonight's dinner baking while simultaneously making tomorrow night's dinner!) Healthy? Contains both grains and veggies AND consists of ingredients that my husband willingly eats and likes? Makes just enough leftovers to enjoy once more for dinner but doesn't overstay its welcome by feeding us for a week? Check, check, and check.
Baked Barley Risotto with Butternut Squash from Real Simple really should be on your menu tonight. Because, well, it was incredible. Chop some stuff, sauté some stuff, stir some stuff, then pop it into the oven. Absolutely. Brilliant.
R-cubed, my New Year's resolution to try 3 new recipes a week, is off to a great start! Feast your eyes on the recipes I've made so far, then follow the links to get the recipes to try them yourself!
First week of the year, and already on Monday morning, I wasn't sure I was going to make it. Remember our unplanned roadtrip from Boise, ID to San Francisco on Sunday? Well, we returned our rental car and got our own car from long-term parking around 10:30pm after driving for almost 11 hours, and we just couldn't face driving another almost-2 hours to get home from the airport. Welp, airport hotel to the rescue.
Now, I'm the kind of person who needs a Sunday night: one that is restful and makes me feel prepared for the week ahead (what can I say, I used to be a teacher and relished the calm before the storm). Getting to a hotel room late on Sunday night after an unexpected full day in the car is not really my idea of a restorative start to the week. Needless to say, Monday morning, well, it sucked.
So all my normal Sunday mental-planning for the week fell on Monday morning when I got to work (hey, don't judge: I am great at multi-tasking). I've had this new year's resolution brewing for a while to cook 3 new recipes a week in 2016, and I was inches away from letting myself slide on the first week of the year due to unforeseen circumstances of just not feeling it (technical term). But no. Couldn't do it (thanks, Gretchen Rubin, I'm an upholder to the core). If I'm going to make a resolution, darn it, I might as well go full steam ahead and make my first recipe, um, how about today?
Found this recipe from the Dinner: A Love Story blog (I could go on and on about how much I loved that book but will spare you for now), made a quick shopping list, and walked the 6 minutes to Trader Joe's on my lunch break. Nothing like grocery shopping mid-day on a Monday to make you really feel like you've been drop-kicked into the workweek.
I'm not sure about you, but driving 649 miles unexpectedly on a Sunday is sort of a strange way to wind down a holiday weekend, no?
Newsflash: Idaho rocks.
Rewind. My husband and I flew to Boise, Idaho on New Years Eve (turns out Dec.31 at 6:30pm is a really great time to fly. . .no security line, no crowds in sight, we even boarded 20 minutes early because, why not?) to spend the holiday weekend with my parents. I wasn't expecting to visit the frozen tundra (I will be the last to admit it, but there's a 0.01% chance that my blood is starting to run thin with this wimpy season that my fellow Californians seem to call "winter"), but thankfully the temperature increased to double digits just in time for our New Years Day 5K race at 10am.
Anyways, we spent all of Friday and Saturday in Boise, and Sunday our flight was scheduled to leave at 5:30pm for San Francisco. At 10:01am, I got a text and email from the airline saying that, guess what, your flight is cancelled but here's a very friendly link to help you find a new flight (it's the least they could do after hanging us out to dry, right?). Turns out there was only one other flight from Boise to SFO that day with 2 people ahead of us on the standby list. The next day (Monday) there were four flights but standby was all that was available. Dreading the thought of hanging around the airport having our hopes repeatedly dashed if the standby gods decided not to smile on us, my husband swooped in with a yet-to-be-suggested idea: what if we rent a car and just drive back to San Francisco?
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