Last night, I worked out for a long time because Eric had to work really late.
I was really busy with the puppies and housework from the time I got home. Because of that, I didn’t have much appetite, so dinner wasn’t on my mind at all. At 8:15, I realized I was hungry but nothing I would make for just myself sounded good. Luckily, Eric texted me at that point to let me know he would be home around 9:30, so I started hunting for something to make for the two of us.
In the pantry, I came upon something I hadn’t considered before.
Could it be? Had I just stumbled upon a late-night solution to the lack of interest in everything I could think of to make for dinner?!
I had! I had!
Say what you want about baking from a boxed mix, but I’m fine with shortcuts, as long as they don’t make your food super unhealthy. This unopened $2 box of Jiffy baking mix, which I bought for a recipe months ago and never used, was just what I needed to make breakfast for dinner. I know that’s a given on nights like this, but I eat breakfast for breakfast a lot…and even for lunch sometimes…so it’s not the perfect lazy dinner for me anymore. If I am going to make BFD, I need something to step it up a notch.
Like…some homemade biscuits. And sausage gravy.
I was certain we had bought sausage at the grocery store on Sunday, but after finding the Jiffy mix and getting all excited about how simple the recipe was (2 cups mix + 2/3 cups milk!), my plan screeched to a halt.
There was no sausage.
All we had was about 2 ounces of sausage left over from breakfast over the weekend. Could I make my gravy with just two ounces of sausage? When it comes to sausage, a girl can’t just settle for two if she really wants eight.
I decided I had to try.
Using my easy like Sunday morning biscuits and gravy recipe, I cut the recipe down a ton. I was actually kind of amazed by how with just a little leftover sausage and tiny amounts of butter, flour, milk, salt, and pepper, I was able to make just enough gravy for the two of us to have for dinner. With my biscuits baking, the puppies playing, and Dan Savage podcasting about bondage, I felt like an old-fashioned girl, really.
Once Eric was nearly home, I scrambled eggs in butter, threw in some cheese, sliced some strawberries, and right on time at 10:00, we sat down to a lovely dinner.
Really though, I was kind of proud that I was able to put together a decent (and delicious!) dinner using what felt like very limited resources. I did feel old-fashioned, making a good dinner with just what I had and not resorting to cereal or the drive-thru.
While we ate, we watched the two episodes of “Modern Family” from last night. The one in which Claire and Phil reverse their traditional “Good Cop/Bad Cop” roles was one of the funniest I’ve seen in a long time. Eric and I were both laughing out loud throughout the entire episode. Except in the first few minutes, when Claire is telling Phil she doesn’t want to be the bad cop all the time. She’s always yelling at the kids and he gets to swoop in and be the fun guy. Listening to that conversation, I turned to Eric.
“Baby — ” I started.
“Stop it!” he said with fake seriousness.
“I THINK I JUST HAD A PSYCHIC VISION!” I barreled on.
“Don’t say it!”
“I worry that is going to be us someday!!!”
I mean, who wants to be That Mom?! Personally I want to be a “Wait till your father gets home!” Mom, with a small dose of “I brought you into this world and I will take you out!” Mom when necessary.