Wednesday, June 14, 2017

What's for dinner?

This week I made these mini meatloaf pepper rings from Diary of a Recipe Collector. My meatloaf was a little dense so I might adjust some of the measurements next time, but the crushed tomatoes ensured it wasn't too dry overall.

Mini meatloaf pepper rings
  • 4 large bell peppers 
  • 2 lbs. lean ground turkey
  • 1½ tsp creole seasoning
  • ¼ cup Italian bread crumbs
  • 1 egg
  • ¼ cup shredded Parmesan
  • A pinch crushed red pepper flakes
  • 3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 cup shredded Italian cheese blend
  • 1 28 oz. can crushed tomatoes
  1. Prepare peppers by slicing off a little of the top and bottom of each pepper. Do not discard these. Cut out ribs and seeds. Slice into 3 thick rings. Dice up remaining parts of peppers to use in meat mixture.
  1. Prepare meatloaf mix: Mix ground beef with seasoning, bread crumbs, egg, Parmesan, red pepper flakes, garlic, and remaining diced peppers until combined.
  1. Stuff each pepper with meat mixture.
  1. Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium-high heat.
  1. Brown each stuffed pepper ring for about 4 to 5 minutes on each side. 
  1. Once, browned on each side, transfer to casserole dish and pour crushed tomatoes on top.
  1. Bake at 350 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes. Top with cheese and bake for 5 more minutes.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Have I lost it already?

No, not my mind ... well, yeah, kind of my mind. I got the chance last week to do a couple of assignments for my previous employer. You know, the kind of stuff I was doing full time mere months ago? I was pumped. I did a little at home. Did a little in the office. Things were going great! I was using my brain again! Look, kid! I'm the same person I was before I had you! I can have it all!

While I was patting myself on the back for my new perfectly balanced work/life, complete with bringing the wee babe into the office for a couple hours (without even a diaper blowout, mind you), I got the call. "Didn't you fix this mistake?" Uhhhh... "How'd these make it through to the final version?" Hmm...

Surely it couldn't have been my fault, me who woke up early, showered, and got out of the house on time to go to work with a baby in tow, me the regular "Baby Boom" Diane Keaton. But, wait, no. I got up 2 hours later than planned. And I keep forgetting one way or the other, but this greasy ponytail says I actually didn't shower? So yeah, it was totally me.

After having an "Oh, THAT's what that Post-It meant!" moment a day too late, I'm wondering if maybe I've lost that part of my brain? The one that pays attention to all the details, focuses on the task at hand and fills in the blanks. Have all the pathways in my brain been redirected to tummy time and identifying the source of wet spots on my clothes?

Friday, February 24, 2017

What I've Learned in My First Three Months of Parenting

  • If you have to ask, "Is that pee?" the answer is yes.
  • Babies are noisy. Do not be alarmed. He will sound like he is choking, forgetting how to breathe, has a small animal caught inside him. He's fine.
  • Your new nightly hobby is looking through all your photos of the baby and wondering how he's gotten so big. There will be tears.
  • If you think you've got your baby figured out, don't say it out loud. If he knows you're onto him, he'll change and you can forget everything you thought you knew.
  • Don't gloat that you put that baby to sleep. That baby is never really asleep. He's waiting until you start doing something you're really looking forward to. Like looking at your phone on the toilet or eating something hot or sleeping.
  • Dad's way may seem lazy or wrong, but damned if it doesn't work out for him every time.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

3 months old

P is 3 months old today! Today is also the day I was scheduled to go back to work ... except I'm not. I'm going to be a stay-at-home mom and do freelance editing/writing on the side. Will I go crazy? Let's find out!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Bethany's in the house

Bethany's in the house! Bethany's IN the house. Do you know who that is? That's Bethany!

This is what I hear every time I go to the gym (except Monday's, glorious Mondays) from Tony, the front desk guy. Tony, Tony, Tony. I can't escape him. If he's in the middle of a conversation with someone else and I think I can sneak by, he will stop his conversation and tell the person what a big deal I am.

I cannot figure out why this started. He is decidedly NOT hitting on me. I see him at 6 in the morning when I am bleary-eyed and  unshowered with no makeup. The one time he saw me after my workout and shower, he said he would've dressed better if he had known the queen was coming? Ummm...

I think he's just enthusiastic and I might be the person who signals his shift is ending, but now I can't put a stop to it without being a total jerk. He does have conversations with me beyond announcing that I am now, indeed, in the house. He once asked me how I slept (um, what? That's not small talk), told me about the last concert he saw in 2002 (his last movie in the theater was in 2007. Did you know they charge like 15 bucks a ticket now!?), and you know, a dozen other little jokey comments that I can't understand so I just smile uncomfortably and back away.

It's too late for me and Tony. This relationship is cemented. I was too nice from the get-go. But how can I nip in the bud conversations with the old lady in her underwear (thank god for those huge cotton panties) who wants to tell me her plans for having her skirts hemmed? Or waxes poetic about her love of saunas (should I tell her the gym doesn't have a sauna?). Or says "Ta da!" when she gets her shirt on?! Just let me sweat in peace, people!