Keys To Happiness

2009 June 15
by rebecca

Perfect happiness: I finally figured it out.  Let me tell you, it’s not about embracing the moment.  Or living as if it’s your last day on the planet.  Or any of those things that you learned from the seven people you knew in kindergarten or from a dog named Marley or an old guy named Moby.  Or whatever.  For me, anyway, perfect happiness is in having figured out, after all these years, DINNER.

Remember that I live with two children who only eat white things, and a vegematarian who routinely cuts out new things from his diet for fun and refuses beans.  Then there’s the little matter of my migraines, which seem to be triggered by yes, wait for it: SOY PRODUCTS.  So, unavailable to me as chef are: Pork, beef, chicken, duck, turkey, veal, beans, fish, veg burgers, tofu, tempeh, tofurkey, tochicken, tosquab, and topheasant.  What, exactly, does that leave us for dinner?

For a while I tried to cook inventive, creative vegetable-based dishes.  The fun of that wore off pretty quickly.  I should also point out these aspects of dinnertime hell: I have a kitchen smaller than a pair of size 14 jeans, the kids choose this hour to be their crankiest, and by this time I’ve done some substantial digging in the back of the fridge for something cold and boozy, if you get my drift.

So here’s what I’ve finally discovered: Soup and salad.  Every night.  Without variation.  I need only a few things: Veg bouillon cubes, salad greens, and veggies.  Garlic, bottled dressing, boiled eggs, and I’m set.  That’s it.  I just try to mix up the veggies, but not too hard.  One or two veggies per soup.  Pureed or clumpy.  Sometimes I throw some nuts and seeds in my salad so we get our protein.  The kids, as usual, eat leftover pasta or scrambled eggs or they just breathe air, which seems to account for a substantial portion of their nutrition.   I don’t think about it, I don’t plan ahead, I barely even pay attention to what I’m doing.  Soup, and salad.  And I can do it half-baked.

Oh and I finally have our money under control.  I made a budget, using the budget spreadsheet that came with the copy of Word I cribbed from Dave.  And I keep track of my daily spending using a nifty app called Ace Software, on my iPhone!  That’s all, and I didn’t even have to go out and buy white gloves to wear to my banker’s.  No stupid Quicken, no envelopes, no ledger.  It’s been two whole weeks, and I haven’t bounced a check so far!

So there you have it: Soup and salad, every night, and a budget.  Oh and I’m letting my kids watch about 10-12 hours of television a day.  That’s helping, too.

8 Responses leave one →
  1. 2009 June 16

    LOL! I’m printing this out and committing it to memory! xo

  2. 2009 June 16
    Steffi permalink

    I hope there is an allocation in the budget for lots and lots of that cold (or room temperature) booze. Plus wine with dinner. Not to mention the after-dinner apertif and the before-bed sip of brandy. They never tell you that perfect happiness is found by accompanying whatever else you do with a satisfactory amount of booze. I shall remember to supply you with such goodies for Mother’s Day, your birthday, and any other occasions that demand a present!
    Meanwhile, when I see you I’ll give you a great recipe for fabulous gazpacho, particularly good when fresh tomatoes are available.

  3. 2009 June 16

    I just love that 4 (almost 5) can quote entire episodes and seasons of ‘Ab Fab’ and ‘CSI Miami’!

    I could care less about the soup part, but I think I could eat salad almost every meal. Variations on the lettuce and veggies from time to time is fine – I don’t even need the protien of chicken or anything.

    …and as the days get warmer, salads are the sensible cool solution to standing over a grill (which I know you love so much!).

    Steffi….mmmmmmm…gazpacho. Extra garlic, please!

  4. 2009 June 16

    dinner is so overrated.

  5. 2009 June 23
    Anne permalink

    Man, do I feel you, sister! At our house it’s: Hubbie can’t digest red met or any milk products and hates beans; Godson is semi-lactose intolerant; Son just recently expanded his diet from white things to pizza and lettuce (yay!) I, on the other hand, am a Southerner who will eat just about anything — even if it looks like what it actually used to be. (Okay, so I do pass on the tongue sandwich.) I am one of those people who curses mad cow disease, because now I can’t eat scrambled eggs and brains — my grammy’s favorite quickie dinner.

    Chicken, fish, chicken, fish, chicken, fish. I yearn for a pork chop, that nice leg of lamb I used to know how to make, an honest-to-God brat. I miss baked beans with hamhock and cracklings — and sloppy joes. At the store, I sigh as I pass the beans. Three bean salad! My mother’s kidney stew.

    Okay, so let’s you and me meet halfway for a nice scrapple and waffle breakfast. With grits on the side.

    And I’ll still have that beer.

  6. 2009 June 24

    I think i’ve seen this somewhere before…but it’s not bad at all

  7. 2009 July 21

    First of all, thank you for the wonderful book — Nice To Come Home Too was a great summer read — one of those books I start to stall out reading as the pages get sparser towards the end — my denial that I will soon be departing the characters.

    Second… thanks for this AWESOME mealtime tip. And, “they just breath air.” Of course, that’s what they’re living on! I was so worried about all of that picky eating stuff until you made me gratefully aware of this one truth.

  8. 2009 July 30

    Good Posts. Thanks for your blog, it is so good, I really like it!

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