Today I decide to wash & process ALL of the vegetables from the abundant CSA delivery on Tuesday. This is an involved procedure:
- clear clean dishes from dishwasher,
- clear dirty dishes from sink & re-load dishwasher,
- (“no! don’t touch the buttons! Sal, can you get the baby?”)
- wash out sink,
- place strainer and bowl in clean sink,
- clear off counter and wipe it down,
- (“sorry, honey, mama can’t right now, I’m busy. why don’t you color on the table?”)
- grab fistful of dirty veg from bag in fridge,
- *forget to snap baby lock on fridge*
- (“no, out of the fridge! that’s going to spill! Sal, can you get the baby?”)
- put dirty veg in bowl and run water over it,
- (“Lord, it’s almost time for lunch…”)
- you haven’t even washed a single vegetable.
- boil water for tea.
So this takes hours and that’s why I put if off for days and days. I am determined though, no carrot is going to get bendy on me this time!
Today I am alone with the kids, since Sal left to help my mom set up her Chromebook. The baby’s napping. Now is my chance! But there’s the preschooler to consider…I have a brilliant idea.
“Honey, I have to wash all these vegetables. But…why don’t you go upstairs and set up a game, and I’ll come up and take a play break? Then I’ll wash more vegetables, and take another play break.”
“When are you coming up?”
“After I wash four vegetables.”
“Ok!” the preschooler runs upstairs. It’s working!
I start with the root vegetables – carrots and whatever this thing is.
Scrubbing, chopping, and searching for clues about the mystery bulb takes longer than a preschooler’s patience. He thumps downstairs and pouts at me.
“Mom, were you just tricking me when you said you were coming up to play?”
“No honey, I’m almost ready.” I decide it’s a turnip and chop it into shoesticks quickly.
Upstairs, the kid has set up not one, but a multitude of adventures for us.
“You can’t believe I’ve been working so hard on all the games I’m going to play with my mom. Dinosaur fights and PJ masks and don’t forget about this plane right here!”
We start with a Dinosaur Battle – I’m the dragons and he’s the dinosaurs this time. After all beasts are exhausted and resting, I go downstairs for another vegetable cleaning round.
Curly kale and chard, then PJ Masks and the bad Wolfie Girl who steals the Owl Glider.
Spinach and (allegedly) curly endive, followed by PJ Masks and the bad Wolfie Girl Part II.
At some point, Sal comes home, and helps with research (“Just Google ‘pale green looks like a turnip.” “Kohlrabi, I think.” “What part do you eat? Just tell me what to cut off.”)
It’s time to start dinner, so I pause and shove the ?turnips into the oven with some leftover pizza and tortilla for an oven baked menagerie.
“Did you try the turnip fries?” I ask Sal at dinner. “Well, the possibly turnip fries?”
“They’re really good with ketchup.” He says.
The baby disagrees, but the preschooler eats several. Mostly for the ketchup, but whatever.
Later on our evening walk, the kid says, “I’m running super fast because I ate those fries!”
This makes it almost worth it.
What am I grateful for today?
It’s so nice to have washed and chopped vegetables ready in the fridge.
What am I looking forward to after the Quarantine?
After all this bloody cooking, I am going to eat out every freaking day LOL.