Gathering the Fragments

I know I am pretty bad about sticking to a planned menu, but most days life interferes with whatever I thought I was going to do that day, so why should meals be any different than the rest of the time?  When things go as planned, so do meals. And when they don't, well, it's anybody's guess.

What I planned:

1. Keto chicken spaghetti, tossed salad

2. Salmon croquettes, brussels sprouts, potatoes of some kind (or none)

3. Taco salad

4. Veggie meal TBD later but possibly black eyed peas, turnip greens and cornbread

5. Kraut and sausage, green beans, carrot and raisin salad (?)

6. Take out

7. Something else with chicken, just don't know what

What really happened:

Monday: Keto chicken spaghetti, tossed salad

Tuesday: Taco salad, toast or corn chips

Wednesday: Sausage and kraut, green beans, toast

Thursday: Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup or beef broth

Friday: Full Moon BBQ take out

Saturday: Hamburger patty with onions and gravy, hash brown, tossed salad

Sunday: Homemade vegetable beef soup

Used from the freezer:

1 pack chicken

1 pack spaghetti squash

1 pack taco seasoned ground chuck

1 pack Conecuh sausage 

1 pack green beans

2 hamburger patties

2 hash brown patties

1 pack chicken broth

Put into the freezer:

Nothing!!!!!!!

What's next:

I am making no meal plans for this week. We will be in town until Friday afternoon so our meals are going to be a mishmash of any odds and ends we have around the house. Some things will be from the freezer and I have no idea what else we will be eating. I don't really care either.  All I know for sure is that after breakfast Friday,  I don't have to do any meal planning for 10 blissful (?) days.

I had bought tickets for the Van Gogh immersive show the day they went on sale. Little did I know a couple of weeks later we would be leaving for  our trip that same day. 

Originally we planned to rent a car and drive to Portland. (Our goal was to take things inherited from Mom that we could/would not ship to Son1's family)  Then we would fly home. About as soon as we made our return flights TheHub started complaining about how long the drive would be and how tired he would be, so he started changing our plans.

Now we are leaving the Van Gogh exhibit, renting a car and driving to Chicago where we will board the train for 45 hours. The train does allow much more baggage than a plane does, so we can pack most of the things we were taking by car and store them in the baggage car (the exception being two art pieces that we will have to ship now). 

There was an agreement struck before I would agree to the train trip. One of the items they inherited was Mom's sterling flatware service for twelve. (One of the main reasons for the hand delivery is because I will not ship it or fly with it in checked luggage at the airport.) Because our sleeper room will only lock when we are inside it, TheHub had to agree to lug every bit of the silver with him any time he leaves the room.  Petty? Maybe but this silver has been around and in use since the early 1950's. Mom wanted them to have it and pass it down eventually to Pip. I am not going to let anything happen to it if I can help it.

So if you are traveling westbound on the Empire Builder and see a dude with a heavy backpack every time he walks through the train, it might possibly be TheHub!

Have a great week staying on plan, going off plan, or with no plan at all