Sunday dinner always feels so…last minute. It’s been a family day of church, big lunch of fresh salmon, long naps, a jog in the rain, an errand with Tee to buy a book of mazes and puzzles, building towers together and working on puzzles and mazes as well as a farm run for raw milk and veggies. Sunday dinner snuck up on me. It does every single week.
It’s often a hodge-podge of the weeks leftovers, a little late at 6pm and really just the beginning of bed time.
Tonight was very typical. There were dinner failures–my buckwheat dough for soba noodles didn’t turn out well after a night of soaking and wouldn’t hold together. Looked like dryish sand really. No noodles. I forgot to roll out the crackers and thought it too much effort right before dinner time.
But, inspired by the veggies snatched up during a quick trip to Heart of Christmas Farms this afternoon for a gallon of raw milk, raw cheese and some beautiful cherry tomatoes, broccoli and green bell peppers, we had a tasty dinner pulled together by 6pm. And I did muster up the enormous 10 minutes of energy those crackers took to roll out and bake. Our dinner was enjoyed by all. Except the broccoli. Tee didn’t like the broccoli tonight. But loved everything else. So he’s still full of good stuff.
Asian avocados (ripe avocado drizzled with olive oil, sesame oil and soy sauce)
Raw veggie medley of chopped broccoli, bell peppers, carrots and cucumbers topped with a peanut sauce
Cherry tomatoes tossed with balsamic vinegar, olive oil and sea salt
Kombucha, and lots of it
Olly had raw milk
Fermented cod liver oil for the boys (taken by adults this morn)…no picture necessary, trust me. They had the chocolate flavored gel tonight. Fermented fish oil and chocolate should never be on the same spoon. The smell alone. I’ll stop now. They loved it and think it’s dessert every time. It’s a daily, Christmas miracle I tell you. Christmas miracle.