Today felt labor intensive.
The morning was okay. We went to the library playgroup and there were a few more folks there than usual.
Lunch was okay, except Amy didn’t like the chicken or sugar snap peas, leftover from last night. She pretty much just ate the cheerios leftover from her breakfast.
Her nap was not nice. She might have slept a few minutes, I’m not sure, as I was playing a little dulcimer right at the beginning. Soon there was crying. I entered to find her standing and crying at the side of the crib, and one of her tea set spoons was on the floor — I guess it had been in the crib and got her playing and then she dropped it. I tried to settle her down and when she seemed calm I left. The crying resumed. After a while I returned and sang and settled again, and again left when all was calm. The crying resumed, off and on. When it resumed full force I gave up and got her out.
Meanwhile I saw that there is already noticeable dust on our dressers. And I haven’t done any cleaning (vacuum, bathrooms, etc) since last time I dusted, so it was one of those sinking “it never ends” moments. And it was just last night that I was thinking I don’t rest and have quiet time enough.
And there was ground beef in the fridge for dinner, and I felt sick of ground beef. I decided to make Tamara’s grandma’s noodles, and meatballs, both of which are not exactly quick to prepare, plus a creamy sauce (butter, milk, flour). I made my noodles with a cup and a half of whole wheat flour and a cup of white — I don’t know if it’s the wheat flour or the fact that our eggs are medium, but it took four eggs instead of the suggested two to make the dough feel right. They tasted good — a little grainy from the whole wheat, but not bad — I just needed to cook them longer.
Rolling and cutting the dough was challenging. My solution was to roll the dough into a thick pancake, then cut the pancake into strips. Then I’d roll out each strip to the right thickness, dust with flour, and stack them. Then cut the stack into noodles.
