Sounds of Silence

I have not posted here in some time. Why is that, you ask? Well, it certainly isn't because I haven't been cooking, because of course, I have.

Mid-March brings the onset of soccer practice of which we have four kids who play. Three of the kiddos practice on Mondays and Wednesday from 5:30-7:00, and the high schooler practices every day from 4:00 to 6:00. AND, three of the kids go to an after-school theatre camp on Tues and Thurs from 3:30-6:00.

Seems like it always takes us about two weeks of juggling dinners and eating out sporadically because we establish an eating groove. I believe that next week will be the beginning of that groove. :)

I'm still baking my own bread (on the sourdough starter I began last fall!), and I've purchased some new cookbooks (of course!). Sometimes I think I ought to give some away...maybe I'll post a list here and see if there are any takers!

Here's an idea I'm toying with. Dishwasher cooking. No, you read that right. Cooking Food. In the Dishwasher. Sounds pretty crazily awesome, right? The great thing about the Internet is the amazing wealth of information out there about this subject. In fact, entering "dishwasher food recipes" turns up about 1.5 million hits on Google.

Recipes include:

Poached Salmon (and other fish)
Lasagna Florentine
Beef
Turkey

I dunno....I'm thinking about challenging myself for the month of April. Every week, choose one dishwasher recipe and prepare it for my family. What do you think?

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