I had a really yummy supper plan, and I even had it in the plan to make a version for the dairy-free kid. I signed up to make both options, even though I’ve never been one to elect to do that type of thing. But I was down, and I knew everyone would be stoked.
Today turned out to be a bit of a challenging one. They really are pretty common around here these days, unfortunately. I’m not sure how to pull my family out of the funk we’re in but WOW. Even I don’t like us right now. Its hard times. The petty side of me didn’t want to cook something yummy for anyone. I briefly wished to be a “screw it, you’re on your own” mom, but I decided to rise above it and go forward with my plan. Even if those around me were unappreciative, I could still show love and make something a little extra.
In the midst of cooking, I realized that the part I was willing to make twice to satisfy the dairy-free kid was not the only part that wouldn’t work. There was obvious dairy in the entire meal that, in my short time trying to feed my child this way, I hadn’t thought of or encountered.
So we switched gears. Brady suggested rice and curry. Super simple. Totally dairy-free. And nothing I had done already went to waste.
Dekker helped. I was really struggling, and he stepped in and stayed put with me in the kitchen. I imagine I wasn’t a bundle of fun to be around, but he took direction happily and easily managed at the stove.
Time to make up some powdered “cream of anything” soup base.
Oh and more ranch. Definitely more ranch.