Monday- Homemade pizza. Broccoli salad. Apothic red wine. Table moved out to the front lawn. Vase of daises and hydrangeas from the neighbor's garden. Charming and fun right up until The Baby gets stung by a bee, right on the eyebrow. That idea didn't pan out so well.
Tuesday- Pulled pork sandwiches with quick-pickled carrot slaw. Roasted cauliflower.
Wednesday- Fresh fruit salad. Green pepper and pork frittata. For whatever reason, The Hubby will not eat quiche. But he's more than happy to have frittata. Isn't that just semantics? Not that I'm complaining. I'll totally take it. But still, I feel like that's a little strange.
Thursday- White bean chili. Cold cucumber slices. Is that a weird meal? Probably. We're eating it anyway.
Friday- Black beans and cilantro lime rice. Tomato salad.
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