I spent most of Saturday working to cross an item of my Mighty List (more on that here), so Rockford* took charge of planning the menu and going to the grocery this week. He generally makes a very rough plan, and this week was no exception. Here’s his plan:
We’re having friends over for a birthday dinner on Wednesday, and the birthday girl requested something along the lines of a stroganoff or goulash. That will probably replace the fajitas.
*Best husband ever.
Monday: Who knows? We were supposed to go out, but our smallest fry had stomach troubles all weekend. We haven’t had any issues so far this morning, but it’s highly unlikely that we’ll make it out. (Also: I’m sorry to have to mention bodily functions in a menu plan.)
Tuesday: Butternut squash ravioli. This remains the only vegetable Poppy will eat without a major fuss. (The only things she’ll eat with a major fuss are mashed potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes.)
Wednesday: Bangers and mash and corned beef and hash. I wasn’t entirely convinced that “bangers and mash” would be suitable St. Patrick’s Day fare, but if the Seattle Times says it, it must be true. Some friends are joining us, and they’re bringing the corned beef and hash.
Thursday: Sweet and sour pork
Friday: Pizza
Monday: Sandwiches.
These were supposed to be chicken salad sandwiches, but didn’t buy the chicken. So this might end up being Arby’s night. (And here is a bit of family lore about Arby’s.)
Tuesday: Rockford’s grill-o-rama
Wednesday: Sloppy joes
Thursday: Beans and rice
Friday: Pizza