Did I mention I wasn’t a morning person, oh yeah, I think I might of. I’m feeling so grouchy this morning. I even went down and did a 30 minute kickboxing tape to try to punch and kick my way out of the grumblies. That only slightly lessened them.. I took a long hot shower attempting to wash them away. That worked a little too. Now I am attempting to write them all away. Here goes!
Anyway, last night the light went out at 11:17 PM, at 3:33 PM a loud noise woke me up, and at 6:00 AM the alarm went off and my eyes felt like they were glued shut. I slowly climbed out of bed, grabbed my robe and went to the kitchen. Now after the success of the quinoa and garbanzo bean salad two days ago, and the short-order cook episode of yesterday, I was ready to try to feed the entire family the same healthy recipe, Peach Quinoa with Flax and Nuts. In my head, I had been mentally putting the recipe together the most efficient way to get my husband out the door to catch his bus. So, I stumbled to the kitchen, turn on the way too bright light and grab the recipe. Oh man, the peaches have to be added at the same time as everything else. The peaches are in the freezer in the garage.
A couple of weeks ago the ice maker on the fridge died. We dismantled the freezer in an attempt to fix it, but couldn’t. Brought in the Sears guy and found we needed a new part that won’t be here for 10 days. So everything frozen is in the garage. Grrr. I am in a time crunch. I have approximately 20-24 minutes to make breakfast, serve it, and have him eat it, or he misses his bus.
The recipe serves 4, so I decide to double it, so the whole family can have a wholesome homemade breakfast. I run downstairs, into the garage, grab the peaches, run upstairs, halfway up realize that there’s not enough peaches in the bag, run the peaches to the counter, run back downstairs, grab the other bag of peaches and start throwing the recipe together. I have about 2 minutes before it won’t have time to cook the 20 minutes for my husband to eat it. Everything’s in, expect the allspice. Of course I have allspice, I try to keep all the common spices on hand. I’m going through every spice in the cupboard ... nutmeg, cinnamon, ground cloves, whole cloves, ugh, where’s the allspice. I find whole allspice, no ground. Don’t have time to grind it. Decide to substitute with Pumpkin spice, which is a pleasant mix of all the spices I mentioned above. Throw it in there, get the pan on the stove, stir, stir, stir. I am now at the point where if I don’t start the timer right now, I’m out of luck. It’s not boiling. I stick my finger in the pan. It’s ICE cold. Of course it is. I just mixed cold organic almond milk with frozen peaches ... not a lot of potential for heat generation. I give up on the idea of my husband trying out my wonderfully fruity delicious hot cereal and throw together the same egg burrito he got yesterday. Strike 1 on my morning.
I help my daughter with some things to get ready for school and the quinoa cereal slowly takes it’s time warming up to the morning. Finally the cereal is boiling! I set the timer for 20 minutes and set it to simmer. I pleasantly wake up son #1 telling him unless he wants to compete with his sister for the hot water he needs to get up right away. “I’ll be up in a minute”. Yeah, I was seeing it. I leave for a while, I come back and I again wake up my son and tell him he has about 1 minute before his sister get the shower. Yeah, he’s getting right up. He finally gets up, showers, and is in the bathroom still getting ready when his carpool arrives. “Bye mom” and out he goes. Strike 2 on my morning.
The cereal finally is finished. I add chopped pecans and some flax seed and serve it out in 4 bowls. Daughter #1 comes in. Looks at it with terror in her eyes. I love 11-year-old drama. I take a bite. Hmmm, not bad. The peaches taste hot and fresh, there’s a nice hint of spices and I love the crunch of the pecan with the texture of the quinoa. She takes a bite. I think I may have poisoned her. I suggest a little brown sugar and milk for her. She goes with it. Nope, not happening. Things are just not going all the well this morning. In the meantime, Son #2 runs upstairs, doesn’t have time for breakfast, his car pool will be here any minute. Doesn’t he want to take it in a cup with a plastic spoon, I’ve spent all morning making breakfast for the family. UH, NO! I guess I probably wouldn’t want to take some weird looking concoction my mother is forcing me to eat for breakfast into a car filled with other 14-year olds. Strike 3!!!!!!!!! I’m so irritated by then. I barely notice that the 8 year old only ate the peaches, (she did ask for more fruit) and who knows what the 2 year old ate. I left Daughter #1 in charge and went downstairs and turned on the work out video. Hoping no one would come down, no one would talk to me and knowing that in a few short minutes they would all be gone to school.
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