I have no clue why I added that last part to the title of this post. Crock pot innuendo? Weird.
Ben has a work thing tonight, so after I teach, I have to go home and do dinner and bath and bedtime by myself-- which, for the record, I hate to do. It's a 2-person job, and I totally lack patience by then. Also? The kids? Totally need to eat at 5:20 at the latest or they are TERRIBLE, so by the time we get home, they are cuh-razy.
But the Family Dinner. It is sacred.
Which is why I planned to take them to Panera.
But when I was opening the fridge to scrounge up a snack for Jack this morning, I was assaulted by all the pretty, fresh food in there that was screaming to be eaten before it goes bad. Sooooo, I whipped up a 5-minute, $5 dinner, and I am kind of excited about it.
I sauteed all of this (garlic, peppers, spinach, mushrooms, and onions)
And added it to this:
I threw it in the crock pot with some tomato paste and a bunch of random spices and turned it on warm for a few hours. When I get home, I'll boil this:
and throw the sauce on it. Instant dinner!
Then I'll lose my shit at some point cleaning pasta sauce and squished cheese off the floor while the kids run wild and trash the living room which has no toys because we moved shit around to make room for the tree we're going to hack down Griswald style on Saturday (where someone will lose a phalange or limb, so wait for that gory post).
Here's Jack nodding off mid-Pirate Booty snack
Harry and I also have big plans to use all this crap and a ton of butter
to make fudge because I have decided that from now on, we should welcome the first snowfall of the season with fudge, and the snow, it is falling.