Today was filled with multiple doctor’s appointments – yes, plural – and quick eats.
In the morning, I simmered a pressure cooker filled with oxtails, meaty beef bones, smoked turkey thigh bones, and aromatics to make beefy bone broth.
While I waited for the soup to finish cooking, I threw together my breakfast: a Pure Wrap filled with my brother-in-law’s smoked turkey thighs, kale, and guacamole.
The day my brother-in-law decides to sell his smoked goods to the public will be a glorious day indeed. (Do it already, Chris!)
After Fitbomb shuttled Big-O to school, I accompanied my mother-in-law to her oncology appointment. She’s doing great and recovering like a champ but her doc’s still trying to suss out her appropriate medication regimen post-chemo and radiation. Those pesky adverse drug reactions!
When we got home, I grabbed Lil-O, the bone broth, and some turkey thighs to bring to my parents. My mom’s been feeling under the weather and I finally realized – after nearly four decades – that I could return some of my mother’s selfless caregiving. Hey, it’s never too late.
We all headed to lunch at The Counter in San Mateo and I ordered a bison burger in a bowl of greens.
On my drive home, I got a call from Big-O’s school that he wasn’t feeling well and was waiting for me in the office. By the time I arrived, he was burning up and complaining of pain in his ears. Uh, oh.
We spent the rest of the day at the pediatrician’s office and pharmacy and didn’t get home until after the sun went down.
I had nothing ready for dinner so I just made everyone egg scrambles followed by a bone broth chaser.
The egg scrambles were super easy and quick. I sauteed sliced ‘shrooms and baby kale in duck fat…
…and added some eggs whisked with Red Boat Fish Sauce, a splash of water, and a squeeze of lemon juice.
Eggs to the rescue!
When I finally had a chance to sort through our mail, I found our review copies of Matt and Stacy’s new cookbook, Eat Like A Dinosaur!
Although the kids were bushed after their long day, they insisted on flipping through the books to pick recipes to make.
Is it wrong that I’m on a mad hunt to borrow a waffle iron so I can make Matt and Stacy’s Frozen Waffles for the boys? Scandalous, I know.
