Monday dinner

Part three in a series of a week of dinners.

Yesterday was an easy-dinner night, courtesy of Sunday. We had the pasta bake again, with some freshly steamed broccoli because the plate would have looked a bit sad and empty with just microwaved pasta on it. Of course, since I microwaved the broccoli too, that explanation doesn't really hold much water, but hey.

I almost always steam my broccoli in the microwave. Chop it up, arrange it in a single layer in a bowl, put a small amount of water on top - maybe half a cup - cover it and microwave for three or four minutes, depending on how much you have and how much bite you like in your broccoli.

You would not believe how much difficulty I have spelling broccoli. My shopping list is constantly a source of spousal mockery.

 

So that was Monday. It's not as if I cook every night. I just put stuff on the table.

I read quite a few blogs, though not as many as I used to when I had jobs that put me in front of a computer all day with no small people hanging out of me demanding stories and nappy changes and food - didn't I feed you yesterday? sheesh - all the time. And I think most people's motivation for blog reading is the interest we find in the minutae of other people's lives (when they're described well and engagingly and without bad grammar) - the things that make you say "Yes! Exactly!" and the ones that make you say "Wow, I'd never have thought of that!" and those that elicit an "Ew. Not in a million years." Dinner is just a very simple subset of these sort of things.

So I'm not doing this because I think I'm a great cook and want to brag, or because I think I'm serving wonderfully nourishing meals that you should all emulate, or because I take beautiful pictures of food (ahem. I don't think so), but more because it seemed like a fun project and on the small chance that some tiny thing I do habitually and without even thinking, in my dinner-providing, might turn out to be a lightbulb moment for someone who reads about it.