Last Tuesday we decided to take a last-minute, school is starting soon, if I don’t get out of the house and go somewhere I’ll go crazy family vacation.
Leaving three days later, on Friday.
To Cowboy country (read: meat everywhere).
With three kids.
(no, I did not take this picture – mine were less pretty – lots of smoke in the air and no snow)
Suffice to say, I wasn’t going to put together elaborate pre-planned and prepared meals, nor was I going to let us throw it all to the wind and eat whatever (entirely -maybe a little).
We stayed in a condo, so we had a kitchen (in my opinion, the only sane way to travel with kids and dietary concerns) and our minivan has enough space to hold a lot, especially when only packing gear for five days. So I went to my favorite store – COSTCO!
I picked up three “deli” style salads – an edamame one with carrots, roasted corn, peppers and cranberries; the Pita Pals black-eyed pea salad; and my absolute favorite – their quinoa tabbouleh with quinoa (red and white), brown rice, lentils, mung beans, and the appropriate veggie accompaniments (which I need to learn to recreate). It is so good that ZJ and I finished it off for breakfast one morning when she didn’t want to eat her waffles (she’s two, so of course this would be her favorite breakfast). Between those, hummus, bananas & peaches & grapes, a batch of granola and whole grain waffles, we totally survived and had beautiful picnics everyday along the banks of various rivers scattered throughout Yellowstone.
We ate well, but now I feel a bit of a need to detox since travel inherently includes “travel food”, including the infernal/blasted/loathsome/sinister/”I hate those!” chips – aka the Kettle BBQ chips that I was apparently incapable of putting down (also found at Costco). On the way home we listened a few hours of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle and were inspired to hit the Downtown SLC Farmers’ Market on the way home to pick up some peaches, nectarines, plums, pears and tomatoes. It seemed we had everything else already growing in our garden.
And so, tonight for dinner we’re having juice. Juice with beets, oranges, carrots, apples, celery, ginger, and grapes. And, if you read the title of this post, let me tell you why we weren’t gone long enough. I say this because the fruit flies, our cute, cuddly, and ever-present pets, survived the stretch. HOW??? Matt thinks it was the garbage disposal. And they are now very, very happy to have our pile of juice dregs to feast on. Seriously, am I the only one whose kids think that living with fruit flies is normal?