1 10-ounce bag spinach
6 tbsp. butter
1 cup diced onions
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 lb. crabmeat, picked clean from shells
6-8 mushrooms, sliced and quartered
2 tbsp. flour
1 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup gruyere
1/4 cup panko
Wash and tear the spinach into small pieces, drain and set aside.
In a saucepan, melt 4 tbsp butter and sauté the onions and garlic until tender. Stir in the mushrooms and the crabmeat. Reduce heat and cook until the mushrooms are tender.
In a separate saucepan, melt the remaining 2 tbsp. butter. Add the flour slowly, stirring constantly until golden.
Slowly stir in the cream and spinach until smooth. Add the cheese and stir until melted. Add the crabmeat and mushroom mixture to the cream and spinach mixture.
Pour all ingredients into a lightly greased casserole dish. Top with the panko and bake at 350 degrees for 20-30 minutes.
This was a big hit at our house tonight. Each of us ate up every last drop on our plates. Mitch and I went back for seconds!
1 leek, finely sliced
2 garlic cloves, minced
10 oz ground turkey
1 cup sliced mushrooms
1/2 cup frozen peas
1 box condensed portabello mushroom soup (Trader Joe’s)
1/3 c. half and half
1/3 c. vegetable broth
1/2 c. greek yogurt
Spike Seasoning
Egg Noodles, cooked
In a skillet, cook turkey, garlic and onion until meat is no longer pink. Add mushrooms and peas. Cook and stir for 1 minute. Stir in the soup, half and half, and Spike Seasoning.
Bring to a boil. Reduce heat. Simmer, uncovered for 5-10 minutes.
Stir in greek yogurt and vegetable broth; heat gently. Do not boil. Serve over cooked egg noodles.
Monday: Turkey Stroganoff, broccoli
Tuesday: Tilapia, Crab Cocktail, creamed spinach
Wednesday: Chicken Fajitas and cabbage/radish salad
Thursday: Chicken Sausage, Spaetzle, and roasted cauliflower with cheese
Friday: TBD–Celebrating Chinese New Year with PKS, and there will be some nibbles. Was hoping to check out off the grid, but they’re closed for winter. Bummer. I guess we’ll just nibble on leftovers.
Saturday: Pasta of some kind
Sunday: Baked eggs and tortillas in creamy tomato sauce
Izzy: I like sad songs.
Wendy: why do you like sad songs?
Izzy: because they make me smile when they are gone.
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Isadora: Some day I want a tattoo on my back.
Wendy: what do you want a tattoo of?
Isadora: a butterfly. A big glittery butterfly.
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I love you even though you are not from outer space.
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After I picked Isadora up from Day care, she informed me that she is not ashamed of us. I will reminder of this moment when she is a teenager.
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I went out for drinks with a friend one night. When Izzy woke up the next morning, she asked me if I had fun on my play date.
Wendy: Tell me what you know about Thanksgiving.
Izzy: We eat turkey and pie! And I say thank you, mama, for taking such good care of me.
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Izzy: your job is to take care of me, right?
Wendy: Yes, it is. Am I doing an okay job so far?
Izzy: yeah, it’s okay.
Wendy: or am I doing a pretty good job?
Izzy: you’re doing pretty okay.
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Mommy? Do you want me to have a papaya head?
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Mommy, please write a letter to Santa an tell him not to bring any presents to the elevator because he is soooo cranky.
(our elevator can be a bit touchy)
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Wendy: did you eat your peas at lunch today?
Izzy: no
Wendy: why not?
Izzy: because when Pei Pei opened them they went kablaam all over the place!
While playing with a deck of cards…
Izzy: I found all the queens!
Wendy: Are you a queen?
Izzy: No, I am a genius.
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After the Cirque du Soleil show…
Wendy: Did you like the show?
Izzy: Yes!
Wendy: What was your favorite part?
Izzy: The dancing and the end.
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I’m too tired for cabbage, but I’m not to tired for this (spaetzle).
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Mommy, when I am grown up and can take care of myself, you can still call me Baby.
When you are three years old, you do not have to worry about yourself to die. When you are old and a half, you do need to worry about yourself to die.
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Wendy: Can I hold your hand?
Izzy: No but I still love you.
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Izzy picked my bra up off the floor and said: Can I wear your booby shoes?
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Izzy: I am Santa Claus. Here is your present. (she handed me a plastic pillow puff from a box that we just received in the mail.)
Wendy: But Santa, I asked for a pony
Izzy: Whoops! Too bad!
