Along with said lateness of teaching, the schedules have made it very difficult to keep my family in a good supply of food. When in the hell can I cook? Particularly this semester, where I would get home at 7pm two days and 10 two other days. This means that I've had to go to a lot of casseroles and other big meals...which in turn means that starches have played a larger role by necessity in my cooking. This is, of course, not the healthiest thing for someone who is (let's admit it) not exactly svelte.
It's also meant I don't cook as much chicken as I would normally, which means much less stock, which means much less frequent (gasp) red beans and rice...my favorite dish. I don't get to do nearly as many sautes. Nope, everything is casserole or soup. I don't mind cooking such things, but with so much of my culinary efforts going becoming individual leftovers or freezables, I'm beginning to feel like an industrial kitchen. I'm an educator, damn it, not a Hungry Man Frozen Meal subsidiary.
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