I knew this week was probably not going to be my favorite because there was no holiday on Monday or an impending ice storm that would turn it into a three day week like last week. And, sure enough, today was just Monday which means there are still four more legitimate days left where I will need to be a productive adult and do things like get up early and pack lunches and drive carpool and cook dinner. Honestly, I feel like having to come up with a plan for dinner every single night is truly one of the hardest parts of being a grown up. It’s like exercising or laundry. The need to make it happen never goes away.
Maybe now you think this is going to turn into a sponsored post where I tell you about a way I solved all my “What’s for dinner?” problems, but it’s not. I’m just a girl, writing on my blog, wishing that dinner would quit being a thing.
And maybe now you’re tempted to tell me about how the Instapot has changed your life, but I will confess that I am skeptical of the Instapot. I’m sure it can make pasta with meat sauce in six minutes and defrost an entire chicken in a single bound, but I’m clearly not an early adopter of cooking technology because my main concern is that it’s going to make my kitchen smell weird.
All this to say that I did cook chicken fried elk steaks with mashed potatoes for dinner tonight and it was decidedly not healthy, but tasted so good that I wanted to give myself an award. I always use this recipe a that I found in Southern Living years ago and I use Pioneer Woman’s recipe for cream gravy. I only make this meal about once every six months because, first of all, it’s terrible for you. Secondly, it requires me to use approximately seventy-four different pots and pans and makes a horrific mess in my kitchen. Maybe if the Instapot could figure out a way to chicken fry things, I would get on board.
In other news that is not about cooking dinner, I am in need of suggestions and am turning to you for help. This is more important than what my family is going to eat because it’s about Netflix. Specifically, I need a new show to watch. I’ve finished The Crown. I’ve watched all four seasons of The Hart of Dixie. I’ve watched The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. If it’s about the Royal Family? I’ve watched it. I’ve watched Call the Midwife, Sherlock, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, The Mindy Project, Parenthood and Schitt’s Creek.
I told Gulley that during the long weekend and the ice storm last week, I hit the pinnacle of entertainment bliss because I alternated between watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Amazon Prime and reading Kelly Corrigan’s new book, Tell Me More. Both of these were the best of the best in my opinion. They made me laugh and cry and forget that there was a blizzard raging right outside my door.
And now? It’s like all other entertainment is dead to me. Nothing compares. I’ve browsed through Netflix to see what it suggests but I feel like Netflix doesn’t understand me right now. It doesn’t know what I’m looking for, so maybe one of you will.
Here’s what I want. I want a funny, smart show that isn’t creepy or scary. I don’t want blood and guts. I prefer at least some element of a romantic storyline. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.
Which, by the way, I don’t care for Star Wars or any thing that involves people in space. I need to watch people that are living on planet Earth. In the meantime, I’ll just be here re-watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and possibly The Crown.
And also trying to think of what I’m going to cook for dinner tomorrow night.