Cold Fusion

My great freezer meal experiment worked, but the results were not as awesome as I had anticipated. Of the twenty  some odd recipes I tried and made, I maybe truly liked five. There are some other recipes I want to try, but we'll see. The time saved was maybe a couple minutes here and there, but nothing significant enough to make me want to do this again. The couple minutes weren't worth the three hours I spent prepping and pre-cooking a lot of the things.

I guess, after all that, I am more of a fresh ingredient cook. So I will resume my normal method of monthly meal planning. I will still make and freeze large batches of chili and stew, but nope, not going to repeat all of this.

The main thing that killed it for me was the chicken. No matter how I cooked the damn marinaded (so not a word, but I'm going with it) chicken it came out tough and chewy and/or dry. Chicken does not normally turn out this way when I cook it, EVER. I slow cooked, baked, grilled, and pan fried the chicken and always the same frustrating result. The flavors were predominately good, and I enjoyed those, but the meat seemed ruined in a way.

I will probably steal some inspiration from some of the recipes, but I won't be making them ahead.

For the next grand experiment we will be having a go at a mostly gluten free month. Both Collin and I are intrigued to see how our A blood type bodies respond to this in a general sense and in a fitness sense. Any super good recipes I find I will try and remember to share with you all. I am confident (as long as I get to work early) I should be able to keep on top of this. Especially since our dinner tends to be our lunch the next day, I should be able to recollect the super good ones.

On an unrelated side note:

My little booger face is EIGHT MONTHS old today. How is she already eight months?!? That sounds so close to a year. Closer than I want to think about.

For her daycare I had to do a weird little questionnaire on her age and stages she should be in... All of them she hit at as she should. Then towards the end they had some fun questions and the dark humored, evil voice in my head so badly wanted to give some highly messed up answers. Like, "Do you have any concerns about your child?" Yes, it worries me when she stares and makes a slashing motion under her chin. Or, yes, when she screams and lunges at my throat mouth agape. I am concerned she is too influenced by the Walking Dead.

I refrained, as difficult as it was.

Now to work. To sleep no more. I wasn't sleeping to begin with.