Nutritious and wholesome fail

Cowboy has gone away for the weekend to work cows, and has taken two of the horses with him. I am at home with Richard and Blue Dog, and Sunshine is learning what it is like to be at the bottom of the hierarchy as the two new training horses bully her.

I immediately intended to eat nothing but fruit and vegetables all weekend, as a gesture to my food freedom when I don’t have to feed a cowboy. I waved him off and wandered inside, intent on having the most wholesome and nutritionally rich breakfast I could muster.

Then I put Dance Moms on the tv and ate a huge bowl of frosted Mini Wheats, and had a sugar rush and a bloat for an hour or so.

After tinkering about on the internet, looking at kitchen cabinets and chia pudding and 26 life hacks for cat owners (none of which will entertain Richard in any way), I pried myself away from Dance Moms and managed to go outside and enjoy the glorious, warm, bright sunshine. By this, I mean I stood and watched the hose slowly, slowly fill up the water tanks in the main fields and thought “Well, golly it is hot today. I am going to have to take off a layer. This is terribly inconvenient.”

Sometimes it is impossible to just enjoy oneself when one is British, and thus genetically programmed to find at least one bothersome thing about any situation.

I tutted to myself, shrugged off my hoodie, and then complained to myself at how I was now perhaps just a shade too cold.

I cleaned stalls, because shovelling shit is weirdly satisfying, and decided at around 3pm that I should probably eat something absurdly nutritious and wholesome for lunch, because the healthy eating thing had better start now, so I can make the most of it before Cowboy gets home.

Then I put two slices of white bread in the toaster, and fried up some bacon for a bacon sandwich. Ketchup counts as a portion of fruit and vegetables, right?

Sunshine and I took some time to hang out together, while the weather is Not Rain, which is what it looks likely to be for the next couple of days. We didn’t ride, but we did some low energy brain work in the round pen. She was in a bit of a mood about having been chased about all day by the new horses, and not terribly keen to defer to me too, but we did get some work done, and she got some more of her winter coat rubbed off.

“I should probably have a healthy sort of snack,” I thought to myself once I had put her back out in the field to enjoy the rest of the sun. Back in the kitchen I found left over disaster cookies (I tried baking thick, gooey chocolate chip cookies the other night, and what came out was a thin, messy sheet of sugar, with chocolate chips bundled in the middle), and munched through half a pan of those, with a mug of milk.

After going out to feed the horses this evening, I came back in with a firm determination that I was going to have a good supper. Something green and nourishing and tasty.

I ate the rest of the disaster cookies and another mug of milk.

I suppose the wholesome nutrition starts tomorrow. I have prepared a small vat of chia pudding for breakfast. My kitchen is now paved with good intentions…

Things I learned in the kitchen today

Hello again. I made a few discoveries while I was puttering about in the kitchen today. None were monumental. Here they are:

  1. I am almost out of butter. I cook with butter more than oil. I thought I still had a big Costco pack of butter in the freezer. I do not. The butter shortage is making me nervous.
  2. We need more than one tea infuser for brewing loose leaf tea in a mug. I’m also running lower than I’d like on good teabags from England, so I’m tapping in to the loose leaf supplies. We have one good infuser and one bad infuser. More good ones needed, because washing them out is a pain in the backside.
  3. A single-wide trailer house has a kitchen suitable for preparing foods that come from jars or tins or packets. Less suitable for meals that require more than three ingredients to be out of the cupboards at any one time.
  4. I used to think that Pioneer Woman’s drawers for flour and sugar were excessive and decadent and why on earth would you possibly need easy access to that much flour and sugar? Having tried to make a few things in the kitchen using these ingredients, I now understand. I now aspire to having drawers for flour and sugar.

Then there’s this little gem that I discovered…

I was making cinnamon rolls from scratch for the first time, just to see if I could (hence my angst about the butter shortage), but Pioneer Woman had noted that her recipe made seven tins worth of rolls. I couldn’t fathom what I would do with seven tins of cinnamon rolls, other than spike my blood sugar, so I set about making a batch with half of the recipe. So, discovery number 5?

When halving a recipe, write yourself a note on a fluorescent post-it instructing you to halve all of the ingredients, and stick it on the screen. 

This will prevent the disappointment of stirring together what was promising dough and realizing that I have just added twice as much salt and flour as I was supposed to.

I had to sit and hug the bowl of dough and mourn for a moment, before I threw it away. Lesson learned.