I'm so excited to begin our tea classes next week. I've been working all day on the mailouts and agenda for our first class on Tuesday. My brain is tired. I realized the day had flown by and it was time to think of something for dinner. I didn't have much choice. Tomorrow is grocery shopping day, and I've stretched my snow storm supplies to the bitter end.
I had thawed one half pound of ground beef. I opened the cupboard to see that even the canned food was on it's last leg. I scrounged around and came up with a can of diced tomatoes and a can of kidney beans. Lo and behold behind the near empty box of Triskets was a box of Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Where did that come from? We never eat boxed mac and cheese. Sometime long long ago in a grocery aisle far far away, it must have been on sale for a price too good to pass up. I looked in the fridge and came up with some leftover corn, about a cup of leftover marinara, and the dregs in the bottom of the plain Greek yogurt container.
With the addition of oregano, chili powder, and dehydrated minced onion, I proceeded to cook it up and toss it all together with just a smidgeon of that very salty Velveeta cheese sauce, then topping it with the last of the shredded cheese in the cheese drawer, it seemed to look somewhat like something I would intentionally make. It's ready to pop in the oven.
Meantime, I have my feet up and I'm enjoying a very intentional Manhattan. Oh, and the bone for the dog? Don't worry. We could go hungry for days, but Jax has enough treats to last until we're long gone.
Have a lovely evening,