Wannabe Martha

Still trying to figure out which Martha

True Confessions Tuesday

When it comes to those I love, I’m a card-carrying member of People Pleasers International.

This isn’t exactly a good thing, because it means that I tend to contort myself in all sorts of ways to ensure that everyone is happy – not necessarily acting in their best interests, you understand, but trying to make them happy.

It’s also bad because deep inside my core, I’m also a Type-A, Don’t Tell Me What To Do, Stubborn As A Mule, Irish chick.  AND because I actually do have a back bone that would make a T-Rex envious, and will literally beat an issue to death, resurrect it and then beat it to death again, I’ve (mostly) developed a general policy of “avoid confrontation unless absolutely necessary”.

Except sometimes I forget and then I have Le Regret.

I’m pretty sure that no one has ever had to eat her own words more than I have.

Le Sigh.


Reality-based Menu – Invalid Edition

There is no menu here in Maeve’s House of Sickness.


Actually I’m the only one who is sick, but since I AM the House of Maeve, there you go.

Perhaps you’re wondering why I have not sent forth the minions to shop for provisions and then cook them.  Because it would be too much work for me.  They’re both rather concerned with doing things exactly right (or rather, exactly as I would do them) and that means they ask questions.  A lot of questions.  Many text messages and phone calls.  Much peeking of the head into the bedroom to ask if the vegetables have been chopped correctly.  It’s just too fatiguing to even think about.

So here’s what we’re going to do.  Campbell’s Soup (until we run out) and grilled cheese sandwiches.  And any leftovers warmed up in the microwave.

It’s not that they don’t want to shop and cook, they do.  I just don’t have the strength for it.

So, what’s cooking at your place?




True Confessions Tuesday (I know today is Wednesday)

Sometimes we have these angsty little confessions (last week, for example).

Then there are the humorous ones.

This morning I was trying to get all the laundry out of the washing machine and couldn’t reach the socks in the bottom because my boobs got in the way.

I need to stop eating cookies in the closet.

Or start using tongs to reach the socks.


Reality-Based Menu – Out of the Frying Pan & Into the Oven Edition

Angharad is studying for exams; Iseult runs the sound-board at school and there are activities every night this week.  I’m heading into my super-busy, report-driven week.  All this means that I need food which comes as close to preparing itself as I can – and that means roasting.

I’m not sure why it took me so long to figure out that the easiest way to cook was to let the oven do the work.  Stove-top is generally extremely hands-on (and let’s not discuss all the pots & pans which will require washing); but you throw some meat in a pan; scatter some vegetables and into the oven it all goes.  I will allow this one caveat – roasting requires more actual cooking time than messing about on the stovetop, so in terms of lights-on to table, it’s not the quickest method at first glance.  But when you factor is the relatively minor prep and clean-up, well, I think it rather tips the scale.  And speaking of scales, roasting is great friend to those of us working on improving our diets.

  • Saturday – Chicken Cacciatore (I make a riff off of Nigella Lawson’s excellent and very easy to put together recipe.  I think it took about 20 minutes of prep and 20 minutes on the stove – which is a respectable timeframe.
  • Sunday – Sandwiches at the end of a busy day
  • Monday – Roast Beef, Horseradish Sauce, roasted baby potatoes & shallots (virtually no prep and no clean up)
  • Tuesday – Girls at their Dads – leftovers for me
  • Wednesday – Baked Bacon-wrapped Cod, Rice, Haricots Vert
  • Thursday – Garlic Roasted Chicken Breasts, Sautéed Broccoli Rabe
  • Friday – Pan Roasted Pork Tenderloin, Shaved Fennel & Celery Salad

So that’s the plan, subject to change as always.

What’s cooking at your place?



I Knew It Couldn’t Just Be My Problem

FINALLY – some actual honesty about “Easy” cooking for the family.

Recommended reading for anyone who has to cook dinner for more than him/herself.


You’re Welcome!


True Confessions Tuesday

Last night I closed myself in the closet and ate half a bag of Chessmen.

There’s no reason for it.  I can eat cookies anywhere, time, or reason I like, but there I found myself, like in the very very bad old days, eating in the dark out of sight of everyone.

They don’t taste as good when you can’t see them.