I have a tendency, this time of year, to forget about the little piddily things like meals and chores. This year I have made a definite effort to remember to feed my family. They get particularly grumpy when I have a blank, glassy eyed look at dinner time. (You would think feeding them was in my job description, or something.) So, I've been cooking like a fiend on Sunday, so we have food to work with through the beginning of the week.
This weekend, I roasted up some sweet potatoes on Saturday night (peeled, cut into slices, tossed with olive oil and salt, spread on a cookie sheet, roasted at 425 for 20-30 minutes). We had half of them that night with sable fish, arugula, green salsa, and lime wrapped in tortillas. The next day for lunch I made sweet potato pizza. I patted out store bought pizza dough, sprinkled on the sweet potato, some olive oil and salt, and then cooked it at 400 until everything was sizzily and done. We drizzled lime juice on the top and ate it all up. (In fact Sweetheart G finished the last of the pizza before her dad could try it!)
Sunday, I made chicken pot pie with biscuit topping for dinner and left-overs. In tandem with cooking the chicken, I slow cooked some pork for cassoulet. This meant that last night, after spending the day shopping, I could pull the meat and bean base for cassoulet out of the fridge, dish it into oven proof bowls, sprinkle bread crumbs on top, cook it for an hour, and serve a fancy dancy dinner for the valiant shoppers (my Mom and Auntie O) and my long suffering family. Slick, I tell you.
We still have leftovers that we'll either eat this week, or freeze for later. Very satisfying... I can almost ignore the mountain of dirty laundry that is mocking me.