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Edith* is not happy with me today. I've been batch cooking all morning, and apparently, I keep ticking her off.
It started with the chicken thighs I roasted this morning. I marinated them over the weekend in some of my leftover zesty Italian dressing. I roasted them on a rack in the oven this morning, which was when Edith began to get a little cranky. I suppose I should have scraped more of the dressing off the chicken, but I was lazy. The roasted peppers really sent her over the edge, though. I roasted and peeled a couple of green peppers for a stuffed poblano pepper recipe I’m testing today, and she went crazy!
Today, I’ve:
Made hard-boiled eggs
Made mayo
Made egg salad
Roasted green chilies
Prepped the poblano peppers to get stuffed, which required gloves
Peeled, diced, and roasted an entire butternut squash. I’ll use some for the stuffed peppers and some in an egg casserole for some.
Roasted, deboned, and chopped some chicken thighs for lunches this week. I’m a bit sick of salads so I’m thinking I’ll get lettuce wrap fixings from the cafeteria at work and use the chicken as my protein.
Assembled, roasted, and photographed the stuffed peppers
Baked an egg casserole
What are you doing to meal prep this weekend?
*Edith is my smoke detector. I find it more satisfying to yell, “Stop your squawking, Edith!” than just wacking the noisy contraption with the broom handle.
Phyllis, on the other hand, is my dishwasher. She is one of the newer ones with the sensor that goes off if a spoon is tilted the wrong way, preventing you from being able to run the dishwasher.
Do I name all my appliances? No. Only the cantankerous ones.
