We're in the final countdown of T minus 3 days before the launch of the new Nourishing Herbalist site!
Consequently, we're keeping things simple around here this week.
But we have some great things in store for you, including:
If ever there was a week to toss real food out the window in the name of convenience, this was the week. Each night this past week our family participated in our church's Vacation Bible School (VBS). My girls were active and eager participants, I taught two 3-year-old classes, and my husband served as chief cook and bottle-washer for the remaining two littles who stayed put at home.
And we were a tired bunch as the week drew to a close.
One of my favorite things to do in July is pick blueberries. Once every year my mom and I rise with the sun and drive to our favorite u-pick farm hidden away in the foothills of the Appalachia mountains.
There we pick side-by-side for hours, chatting about everything under the sun. It's the one time each year that I can count on having my momma's complete attention without any interruption. No babes a-whining. No toddler requests. Nothing. Just her and me and a plethora of plump blueberries. And that, my friends, is a little taste of heaven.
I love kicking off a new week. It inspires the same feelings in me as receiving a brand new journal. The pages are clean. Untouched.
So here we are... And to get things kicked off on the right foot we've decided to move our real food menu plan posts to Monday, instead of Tuesday. Because, well... that just seems like the right thing to do. Who starts their weekly menus on Tuesday, anyway? Silly us.
Years ago as a newly married gal I attempted to jump on-board the menu planning bandwagon. I was so smitten with my husband and I wanted to do everything. Just. So. And menu planning... that's what all successful homemakers do, right?
My problem? My husband was away at law school most evenings and frequented the corner deli far more than he stepped foot in our gleaming unused kitchen.
In truth, he must have come home at some point, though, because after just 3 months of being married I found myself battling the raging roller coaster of morning sickness and thinking maybe he should have stayed at the deli. Just kidding.
But who wants to think about food at a time like that? So much for being the "successful" homemaker. ::shudder::