An update on our home-made meals. I decided to actually help out in this month’s commitment to home-cooked meals – it seemed just a little unfair for me to not even help. Some have been healthier then others, but they’ve all been pretty good so far.
Day 1: September 1, 2017: Salt and pepper baked wings and Greek salad. The Greek salad became lunch for a few more days.
Day 2: September 2, 2017: This was our unhealthy, but delicious meal for the week. Cheese fondue with rosemary garlic bread for dipping. We have this about once a year, and it’s always fantastic. Little MPB had left overs from the night before (the chicken was removed from the bones for him).
Day 3: September 3, 2017: Cajun spiced baked cod with sautéed mushrooms. Little MPB doesn’t normally love fish, but he loved the Cajun spiced cod!
Day 4: September 4, 2017: We planned a simple but delicious meal with ingredients we had at home – we pulled some frozen lamb steaks out of the freezer to go with some sweet potato sticks dressed with coconut oil, paprika, cinnamon, cayenne, salt and pepper (inspired by Sarah Fragoso’s recipe – this has become one of our favourite side dishes). Everything was cooked on the barbeque, and thankfully nothing was ruined this time.
Day 5: September 5. 2017: Lamb and fresh veggie wraps.
Day 6: September 6, 2017: Shepherds pie with potato/sweet potato topping. Mr. MPB actually prepped this the night before and we froze 3 of them for future meals. Little MPB absolutely loves shepherds pie, so the frozen ones will definitely come in handy. We also made banana bread (not pictured) to have on hand for the next few days.
Day 7: September 7, 2017: Caesar salad with grilled chicken and bacon for Mr. MPB and Little MPB. I was away with work so I grabbed some carrot sticks and banana bread when I left in the morning so that I wouldn’t end up relying on fast-food. I also had venti chai tea latte from Starbucks (because driving home late at night requires caffeine).
Day 8: September 8, 2017: Left-over chicken enchiladas. We’ve never made left-over chicken in enchiladas before, so this was a first for us. Here’s the link to the recipe we used for inspiration – they were pretty good, but next time we’ll add some rice. Little MPB loved these so much he had left overs the next day for lunch.
Day 9: September 9, 2017: No picture. We were staying with family for the night and they made us grilled porkloin, caprese salad and potatoes with almost all the veggies directly from their garden. It reminded me that I absolutely love caprese salads.
Day 10: September 10, 2017: Nacho chips and 7-layer dip. Not exactly home-made, but we were so thankful we had it in the fridge since we didn’t get home until 10:00pm. Not pictured and also not home-made, the Adult MPB’s had ice cream sandwiches for dessert. (Little MPB ate earlier at our families house before we left – he had leftover pasta, veggies, fruit and yogurt).
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This last weekend I stopped by the cemetery to visit my mother and sister’s headstone.
I very rarely stop by the cemetery – in fact, I don’t remember the last time I did. For me, it’s a place that brings forth deep feelings of anger and bitterness. It does not help me remember my mom and sister and our happy moments together. Instead, it reminds me that someone missed a stop sign, driving their car directly into my family car and killing my mom and sister and simultaneously ripping my heart and family into pieces.
I know not everyone has this type of reaction to visiting the final resting place of those they love. But for me, I accept that I do not find comfort in going their and I’m okay with not visiting frequently.
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But this last visit was a bit different then past visits. Mr. MPB and Little MPB were busy doing something else, so I stole a few minutes by myself to go pick up some flowers and visit their headstone.
I picked up some Gerber Daisies because they are my favourite flowers. I picked some white ones with a few bright coloured ones, because bright daisies always make me happy, sense why they are my favourite.
As I drove up and saw my last name on the headstone from a far, I felt the bitterness growing within me. I swore out loud at the fact that all I can do is stand before their headstone and that I’ll never get just one more hug from either of them. I was still bitter. I was still angry. Not surprisingly.
As I walked over to their headstone with the flowers in hand, I realized, I have no idea what my mom’s favourite flowers were (I later asked my Dad, and he also has no idea). And, maybe even more sad is that I have no idea if my sister even had a favourite flower, or if she was ever even given flowers before she died. When someone dies way too young, everyone always focuses on the big things in life that they will inevitably miss out on – learning to drive, high school graduation, falling in love and getting married, having kids, etc. But what we don’t often think about is that they also miss out on so many small things like the first time a boyfriend buys you flowers.
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Needless to say, I left even more bitter and more angry then usual.
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