I Don't Know What Came Over Me

A few days ago, Jesse mentioned he wanted green beans. I (having already turned into my mother) don't normally buy green beans because I don't love them as much as I love other vegetables. I'll eat green beans, and enjoy them, but I can only think of one time when I've actually sought them.

Jesse got peas instead and seemed content. But the green beans stayed with me. I knew I'd go get them, but green beans alone are not worth a trip to the grocery store. It's a 15 minute walk to get there and gradually uphill on the way back. If I was to go, it would be for a meal.

On Monday I found what I thought to be the perfect recipe: Italian Green Beans and Potatoes. That's the website picture to your right. It has green beans for Jesse and potatoes for me. But beans and potatoes alone (or together) do not a meal make. Today I picked Baked Flounder Fillets in Lemon-Soy Vinaigrette to go with it. And I learned having a meal planned in your head can make you crazy if you don't actually make it.

I thought of this meal all day. Mostly about whether Jesse would like it and if I could pull it off before he got home. He would and I did.

I left work at 12:47 and walked to the gym. I left the gym just after 2:30 and walked to the grocery store. There, the whole plan nearly fell apart because I could not find Yukon Gold Potatoes. The recipe calls for them specifically and while I thought of adding a lot of butter to add a Yukon Gold flavor, that seemed like cheating. Plus it goes against my strict new health rules. On top of that, there was no Flounder. So there I was: fresh out of the gym, stinking in the grocery store, sorting through potatoes and muttering "I need gold, people, gold." I did eventually find some yellow potatoes and chose Tilapia instead of Flounder. Then I was on my way.

It was 3:26 when I got home. Jesse gets home less than an hour after that. I took a shower and started mincing. For some reason I had to have dinner ready for Jesse. I think part of it is being healthy. I don't want to eat boring foods every day. It'll make me cheat more. If I want something fun, healthy, and delicious, I'd best make it myself. Other than that, I was just determined to prove I could do it all: work, exercise, and make dinner. It's tough. But I did it.



There you have it, the healthy meal I whipped up this afternoon. There were two fillets, but I thought it necessary to flip them and ruined one. Jesse is against mixing greens beans and potatoes, even though he said both were good individually. He also really liked the fish.

We went for a walk after we ate, and Jesse started on the dishes. We're hopelessly boring these days, while the checkbooks recover from the move. Tomorrow it'll be even worse, as we'll be having leftovers. You do recall I made four (4) hens on Thursday.