Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it

Day 2 of housewifery began with a simple bowl of oats with blueberries and PB. Filling, but not photo worthy. Lunch, however, definitely was:


Last night Morgan posted some mouth-watering photos of giant gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches, and I'd had this concoction in my head ever since. It's two pieces of whole wheat & flax, some ham, a slice of colby jack, half a gala apple, and a sprinkling of Craisins. Scrumptious!

After lunch, I took the plunge. Bit the bullet. Crossed the Rubicon (whatever the Rubicon is...) At 2:00pm I looked like this:


And by 4 o'clock, I was half a pound lighter.


I like it. It's pretty much just like the photo I brought in for the hair dresser to copy.


Well, as close as I could get without celebrity stylists and $millions in the bank before the age of 17. And yes, I did indeed use a manufactured Disney pop-starlet as my hair inspiration. Let's not judge.

When I came home I started a new recipe for dinner, also instigated by a food blogger. Beth made a turkey pot pie from Real Simple on Sunday. I figured Sweetie and I hadn't eaten anything properly "American" for a while and took a shot at my own version:

Filling
-1 small potato, cubed
-6 chicken tenderloins (about 6oz breast), cubed
-1/4 a large sweet onion, sliced
-1 large carrot, sliced
-1/2 cup fresh or frozen peas
-1/2 cup chicken broth
-1/2 cup plain light soy milk
-1 heaping tablespoon flour
-pepper and garlic powder

I sauted the onions, then cooked the chicken in the same pan. The carrots and peas went in too for convenience and prettiness while I mixed up the "gravy" consisting of the last four ingredients whisked together.


Put the meat & veggies in a foil-lined loaf pan and poured in the sauce. The filling baked at 350° for 20 minutes before I added a biscuit crust of:

-1/4 cup all-purpose flour
-1/4 cup whole wheat flour
-1/2 teaspoon baking powder
-pinch salt
-light soy milk

I mixed the dries and added the milk in a bit at a time until it formed a dough. I patted the dough into a rectangle and laid it on top of the filling. The whole thing went back in the oven for another 15 minutes.


Close-up of the pretty:


Yum. Good ol' salty creamy protein-y heartiness. Sweetie gave the thumbs up to everything but the carrots (and would prefer the biscuit to be softer and lighter than the rock I produced by pounding it into submission; I'll have to be more careful with my shaping).

Sweetie had another final, during which I camped out at the library printing a few documents we'll need for our trip. When we came home at 8:30 I was starving for one terrible-looking but wonderful-tasting smoothie.


It's 11pm already? Why does time seem to be moving faster now that I supposedly have nothing to do?