A Dinner Diary

Now seems as good a time as any to tell you I’m keeping a dinner diary.  Not like a “Dear Diary, I had pizza for dinner.” thing, but a write-down-what-I-cooked-for-dinner thing.

You see, a few months ago, we were partaking it our favorite Saturday morning ritual of eating breakfast while watching The Kitchen on Food Network when guest Jenny Rosenstrach mentioned she’s kept a dinner diary since 1998.  Mostly, I think she used it as a planning tool, but as someone who loves listing things, the idea struck such a chord.

So a few days later, I went to Target, perused their entire collection of notebooks, planners, journals and finally landed on a simple black one with lined pages and “Notes” written across the front.  “Understated but timeless,” I hoped.  I was having visions of children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren thumbing through this little black notebook, imagining just what “Ginger Cashew Chicken Curry” tasted like when I made it way back in 2017.  Or maybe even of myself looking back through it, watching the evolution of weeknight dinners, holiday meals and cooking frequency throughout the years.


The weird thing is, I’m a perfectionist through and through — I’ll seriously re-write my grocery list if I spell fettuccine wrong — but for some reason, imagining that diary looking all splattered in spaghetti sauce, pages rumpled, like only really well-loved things look makes me so happy.

I’ve been writing in it since mid-January and I kinda love it?  Yep, I’m a list-maker through and through ♥


Are you a list-maker?

Do you keep a diary/journal of any kind?

Also, what are you doing this weekend??  We have snow in the forecast and a bike bar outing booked.  Should be very very interesting!

Weekend Things

I’m embarrassed to tell you:

I spent every night of this weekend at home and liked it.

How devastated I was when we went out to Saturday breakfast and they were out of the dish I had fantasizing about for three days.

The level of excitement I had for my massage (but mostly to see my mom) on Saturday afternoon.

That I saw Beauty and the Beast again.  I know, I know, but I wanted Joey to see it and I wasn’t about to send him on his own.  (Plus you pick up on so many things you missed the first time around, i.e. “Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston?”)

I tried really hard to put off working out all weekend.  

We started re-watching GIRLS, which makes the third time I’ve seen the first two seasons.  But, ya know, I wanted to binge-watch it before we watch the final season.

“It’s pretty hard to mess up granola,” were the words I said before semi-burning the batch I had in the oven.

I took very few pictures this weekend.

Sunday salmon happened… again.


Not embarrassed to tell you that I thought this weekend was perfectly laid back and delightfully uneventful.  How was yours?