They're fun to snack on. But it gave me a hankering for boiled peanuts. Those slimy, squishy, good-when-hot-but-yuck-when-not snacks. Most often they're found at roadside stands in the American rural South. They are definitely an acquired taste.
Yes, it's an established fact that I'm weird. Just deal with it. In other foodie news, here's this week's menu plan.
- Breakfast: banana bread
- Supper: take-out/delivery (afternoon teacher conferences + evening ballet class = no time to cook [slow cooker on the blink])
- Breakfast: cereal
- Supper: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, carrots (save some potatoes for Friday)
- Breakfast: oatmeal
- Supper: baked eggs, salad, homemade bread
- Breakfast: blueberry muffins
- Supper: baked mac and cheese, creamed spinach, beets in orange sauce
- Breakfast: soft-boiled eggs, toast
- Supper: butternut squash soup, homemade potato bread (use left-over potatoes)
- Breakfast: pancakes, sausage
- Supper: pizza for girls, Mr. Gaelic and I are headed to a party for our friends' daughter who is in graduate school in London and will be home for the holidays
- Breakfast: bacon, eggs, grits, toast
- Dinner: potluck (need to clean out the fridge and freezer in anticipation of Thanksgiving)
Please don't send me boiled peanuts for Christmas. They're best eaten hot and fresh. Just like Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts. But that's another blog entirely.