My mom used to make a casserole that was a bastardization of Chicken Supreme (I think), that we called "Who Hash," in honor of the Grinch. It was (more or less) Chicken Supreme, in the white-ish sauce, with peas*, poured over either toast or biscuits (I disremember which), sprinkled with cheese on top, and baked.

*(It was the peas that made me refuse to eat it, because I had a vendetta against all vegetables that weren't corn or carrots. And even the carrots had to be raw, not cooked.)

Heh. I would only eat raw carrots or still-frozen peas. If they thawed they were no good.

Know what's crazy making?

Having nearly $4000 in your checking account that you can't touch.

At. All.

Heh - I was going to test Honey-Pecan Chicken for the cookbook tonight, but I didn't have enough butter. So we had chicken with mushroom soup.

Deena, thank you for putting the list together! It's not like you don't already have a lot of demands on your time.

My mother used to make Creamed Salmon and Peas, which was essentially salmon and peas in a white sauce (which was pink because of the salmon), served over mashed potatoes. I actually like it, but I think my family would run me out, if I cooked it for them.

Oh. I'm having a thought. Now I'm having a plan.

makes shopping list

You're welcome, Raq. I enjoy the lists. I get to see all of them and it makes me feel useful.

Cindy, dad made that once, with spinach rather than peas, when Mom was in the hospital having my baby sister. I believe it was the only meal we all refused to eat.

We are also relieved that we can both get to work by train, very easily, if the shit hits the fan (i.e., even Tom's every-other-week fill up becomes too prohibitive). We are trying to develop a backup grocery plan, but that hopefully won't be an issue. Probably involve Tom shopping every day at the Stop & Shop across from where he works, no more than a backpack's full o' stuff.

Timelies. Just got caught up here. Nora - did you know a Whole Foods just opened (or is just about to open) at the Charles River Plaza (I think that's the name)? It's about a 5 minute walk from North Station, especially if you know the extra-double-secret back way in.

I was just a very bad girl. I went to the quilt store to have them special order something for me. I wasn't going to spend *any* money. Then they showed me these really cool crocheted fabric bags, and I had to buy the pattern. Then I found the new Christmas pannels, and they were only $6.50, so I had to buy one of those. Then, of course, I had to buy everything else necessary to make the Christmas pannel. Then...and...well...I was a very bad girl.

I enjoy the lists. I get to see all of them and it makes me feel useful.

You are a far, far better person than I.

My mom did the burger/macaroni/tomato soup "goulash" thingy, too. Bland and comforting. And cheap enough to make a lot of.

The reality of my life now is occasionally frustrating, and as much as I love my child, depressing.

Plei, you are sooooo not alone. Of course, this doesn't make it any less frustrating or depressing but maybe less lonely. And we were in a heck of a good starting point when Owen was born. Every day it makes me second guess having another kid, with the added expenses and wondering how it's going to stretch.

We got out again today--but just to a friend's house for lunch. She just had her second baby and I am relishing the time she has on maternity leave (she works three days a week) so right now, she's effectively the only friend I have in town that doesn't work and has kids that I enjoy hanging out with. *sigh*

O's napping and I still don't know what to make for dinner to go with the sweet corn I got at the farmer's market. We're pretty much meatless around here unless I can find some un-freezer-burnt chicken in the freezer.