I'm having a little bit of a panic attack at the moment. It is Monday, and I don't officially have a meal plan for the week.
Actually, I don't 'unofficially' have a meal plan either.
I wish I could say that this was planned and my way of rebelling against the system, but the reality is...
What!?! I'm still breathing? The sun didn't crash into the earth? My children aren't standing in filthy rags begging for supper?
Oh, scratch that last part...they are.
I guess this week I'll be flying by the seat of my pants.
Unless of course, I'm wearing a skirt.
In that case, please don't look.
I did manage to get to farmer's market on Saturday and scored some beautiful, organic heads of cabbage from the sweetest little Asian lady. It was very important to her that I knew they were unsprayed. She has no idea how much I appreciate that.
It's also strawberry season here, so I'll be on the hunt for some berries that haven't been decimated by our rain. A little birdie also whispered that the raspberries are coming on, so I'm sensing a trip to the berry farms in my immediate future.
I'll be starting a crock of kraut, re-starting my sourdough starter (it died...again.), and canning jam. The barbecue and crockpot are going to get a workout this week and I'm just going to continue doing what I sometimes forget to do.