I have been planning to write this post for a couple of weeks now, but just haven’t had the opportunity. I had already decided to get it written today, and coincidentally, just a few short hours ago, someone left a comment on my last post that relates to this very subject. So, perfect timing. Here we go.

At the end of January, I was on a message board when someone started a poll–“How much money do you spend on groceries per week, and for how many people?” It was at that moment, as I read through everyone’s responses, that I realized I don’t really know.

The reason I didn’t know how much we were spending was because I was usually in the grocery store 3-4 times a week, picking up whatever was immediately needed for that night’s dinner, or whatever we were out of at the moment (usually milk and cereal). And with so many little trips throughout the week, it wasn’t like I had ever really added up how much it all cost.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to change. I actually enjoy grocery shopping (if you had Wegmans, you’d enjoy it, too), but even I could admit that the frequent trips had become a bit annoying. Not only that, but I was sure that we were spending extra money because we were at the store so much. I had a hunch that if we could reduce the amount of times we were in the store, we could also reduce our grocery budget (whatever that budget even was).

Yet ANOTHER reason (like I needed an additional one) I thought this all sounded like a good idea was simple: MEAL PLANNING. More than anything, I was tired of panicking at 4:00 p.m. at work, realizing that I had no idea what I wanted to make for dinner. I’d search frantically for something I was in the mood for, something I had the patience to make that night, and then I’d jot down whatever I needed from the store and stop there on the way home. ANNOYING.

After thinking all of this through, I decided to establish a new rule: Grocery shopping? ONCE A WEEK.

A week before we left for our vacation in Las Vegas, I planned a trip to the store and told Michael that we weren’t allowed to go to again until we got back from Vegas. So we planned our meals, estimated how much of the staples (cereal, milk, yogurt, fruit, etc.) we go through a week (since we didn’t even really know!), and I went to the store armed with my list. And not only was my big shopping trip successful, but we succeeded in not going back to the store before Vegas.

And we’ve been sticking to the once-a-week trips ever since.

Sure, we’ve had to “cheat” a couple of times and run into the store for an item or two if we forgot to add it to the list, or if I decided to make cupcakes on a whim. But we’ve been pretty good at avoiding those little trips. Plus, when you plan ahead, you can pick meals based on ingredients that are on sale. Every Sunday, I look through the circular to help me come up with ideas for that week’s meals.

I go shopping every Tuesday on my way home from work. Monday nights, we stand in the kitchen, check out what we have and what we don’t, and we make a list. We map out the week and figure out how many meals we are going to be cooking, and then we formulate our menu. I pull up the recipes to determine what ingredients need to be added to the list, and then it’s done. I know exactly what we need from the store, and I don’t need to think about what to have for dinner again until the next week. IT. IS. GLORIOUS.

It’s not to say we don’t have flexibility. There are still nights when it turns out we don’t want to make or eat what we planned for. Luckily, we usually have ingredients for a few extra meals on hand as well. But so far, we really have done a pretty good job at sticking to what we plan. I actually look forward to the meals we make, and it’s so much less stressful when it is already determined in advance.

OK, I think I may be rambling a bit. The whole point of this post is to say… if you’re like the “old” me, I urge you to try out the way of life of the “new” me. It’s good for your sanity, good for your appetite, and most of all, good for your wallet.

 

We had another really beautiful day today. As a result, it felt a little bit wrong to make a chowder, but since it’s what we had planned, we went with it. And boy am I glad we did.

This corn chowder is simply delicious. While eating, Michael and I kept saying to each other, “This is really good!” And I am looking forward to leftovers, I’ll tell you that. My only regret with this recipe is that I didn’t find it sooner! I need to find a way to fit it into our recipe rotation another couple of times before the weather really starts to warm up.

When I was doing our meal planning early last week, I came across this recipe on Cooking Light’s website, and even though I had never made (or even had) corn chowder before, I figured we couldn’t go wrong with the ingredients.

As always, I read a lot of the reviews, and took some suggestions from them to help make the recipe even better than the original.

At first, I thought this chowder was going to be pretty thin, but after several minutes on the stove, it thickened up quite nicely. This is such a simple meal, too–perfect for a weeknight.

Chicken Corn Chowder
(Source: Adapted from Cooking Light)

Ingredients:
– 1 tablespoon butter
– 6 green onions
– 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
– 12-16 oz. chopped (or shredded) cooked chicken breast
– 1/4 teaspoon salt
– 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
– 2 (15 oz.) cans whole kernel corn (we use the “no salt added” variety)
– 1 (14 oz.) can fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
– 4 small white potatoes, peeled and diced
– 2 1/2 cups fat-free milk
– 1/2 cup (2 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese

Directions:
1. Melt butter in a Dutch oven (or stockpot) over medium-high heat.

2. Remove green tops from green onions. Chop green onion tops; set aside. Thinly slice white portion of each onion. Add sliced onions to pan; sauté 2 minutes.

3. Add flour; cook 1 minute, stirring constantly with a whisk.

4. Stir in chicken, salt, pepper, 1 package of corn, and broth; bring to a boil. Reduce heat, and simmer 5 minutes.

5. While mixture simmers, combine the remaining corn and milk in a blender. Add a handful or two of the diced potatoes. (I combined everything in a smaller pot, then used my imersion blender–much easier cleanup!) Process until smooth.

6. Add remaining diced potatoes and milk mixture to pan; simmer 15 minutes or until thoroughly heated.

7. Ladle 2 cups chowder into each of 4 soup bowls; sprinkle evenly with green onion tops. Top each serving with 2 tablespoons cheese.

 

This morning, I woke up and headed over to my brother’s new apartment to help him and Kara paint the baby’s nursery.

They decided they wanted to paint the walls with two shades of green, with a darker shade on bottom, and a lighter shade on top. We started off by taping everything off, beginning with the ceiling and molding. Then Trevor and I went around the room with the level and taped off a line about 4 feet up from the floor to serve as the dividing line between the light and dark shades.

We painted the top the light color first. You can actually see Kara’s pregnant belly in this picture, haha. I guess my little nephew wants to be in pictures ALREADY! :)

We quickly moved on to the bottom half and painted the dark color. We took a short break to eat some lunch, then returned to put a second coat on each color. With the three of us painting, it only took us about 4 hours total to do all of the preparation and actual painting. When we were done, we peeled the painting tape off before the paint had a chance to cement it to the wall.

This is what it looked like when I left:

Oddly enough, Trevor kind of liked the way the painter’s tape had created a white stripe, so they weren’t sure if they were going to bother filling it in. The original plan was to wait until the paint dried, tape it off again (above the stripe), and then fill in the white space with the dark green paint, so the two shades go right up against each other. So we’ll see what they decide to do.

I think the two shades look really cute, though. I can’t wait to see the room come together after the baby showers.

After painting, I went home and showered. At 5:00, Michael and I met up with our friends Theresa and Greg to go out to dinner. And of course, little Rowan accompanied all of us, too. Before we went out, we relaxed and had a few drinks at their house.

In the meantime, I took the chance to snap some new photos of Rowan. Theresa got down on the floor and was letting him play with their dog, and it was hilarious–he was completely cracking up, and the dog wasn’t even doing anything. I just wanted to share one of my favorite pics:

We went to dinner at a local place that is known for having really good pizzas and burgers. I had been looking forward to a good burger ALL WEEK, so the meal really hit the spot in satisfying my ongoing craving.

We got back to Theresa and Greg’s house between 8:30 and 9:00, said goodbye pretty quickly, then went over to my other brother’s place for a little St. Patrick’s Day get-together. (Busy day!) We didn’t even up staying very long because we are pretty tired.

The weather was great today–sunny and warmer than it has been lately. It was nice to be out and about in it. It feels like it’s finally transitioning to spring!

 

One night last week, I was sitting in the living room and looked around–Tessa was nowhere to be found. I got up and started walking through the house looking for her. I turned into the den, and found her all snuggled up on the futon by herself.

If you know anything about Tess, it’s that she has to be extremely tired to lie down by herself. She’s my constant companion, so if I’m up doing something, she likes to be up with me. It’s usually only when I’m sitting or lying down that she’ll allow herself to rest, too. For her to actually go into another room and lie down by herself is very rare. Adorable.

Once I saw her, I slowly inched over to the computer desk to grab the point-and-shoot camera and snap a couple of photos.

When I first walked in, she stuck her head up above the pillow on the futon, looking at me like “What?”

 

I’m going to go out on a limb here with this conclusion… Apparently, I’m stressed out.

Last night, I essentially had the exact same dream as the night before. Only this time, it wasn’t a class I had forgotten. It was my wedding.

In this dream, I was hanging out at my mom’s house with my bridesmaids, just relaxing all day long. At around 4:00 p.m., my mom came into wherever we were sitting, and said, “Heather, Henry [hairdresser] is here to do your hair.” This suddenly makes it real, so I basically start jumping up and down a bit, all excited, and I say to my girls, “Oh my god, I’m getting MARRIED!” But it is in the middle of getting my hair done when I realize the problem.

My ceremony was supposed to be at 2:00 p.m.

My mom, my bridesmaids, my husband and I all managed to forget what time the ceremony was supposed to happen. I start freaking out, and at about this same time, my mom gets a phone call from my grandma asking what had happened, because all of the guests had been at the church earlier that afternoon, but there was no wedding.

I begin to realize that we’ll be able to make our reception, but we’re not going to be MARRIED. Which is sort of, you know, THE WHOLE POINT OF THE DAY. So in my dream, I start crying and I’m all upset because I can’t believe after all of the planning, I’m not going to get married. My mom calls the church and talks to Carol [our church coordinator in real life] and she says that unfortunately, there is not a priest available, so there’s no way we can squeeze in the ceremony before the reception.

And so I run the gamut of emotions about whether we should even be going to the reception. I’m upset that even if we do go to the reception, we’re not really celebrating anything. I’m in disbelief that my anniversary won’t “really” be on June 21, since we’re going to have to reschedule our ceremony. I panic and start to think that our friends and family aren’t going to see us get married. And I just cry and cry and cry.

Lovely, right? It’s weird, because I am about 99% positive I have not had a “wedding dream” since before the wedding. And back then, the reasons behind those dreams were pretty obvious. It was clear I had the wedding on my mind a LOT, so why wouldn’t I also dream about it?

Now, however, it’s the same deal as the college dream I posted about last night. Sometime this morning, I woke myself up from my dream, panicked for a split second, and then realized… Wait, I’m already married. My wedding? Perfect. And once again, tremendous relief.

Two nights in a row of being tortured by stressful dreams. What the hell is going on?

I’m guessing I need to relax. De-stress. Get a massage. Eat Ben & Jerry’s. Take a vacation. Meditate. Something.

HELP.