I tried out a new recipe tonight. Super fucking good and man alive easy. Seriously. EASY and SFG. I know you don’t like blue cheese but shut up and try this, you big baby.

blue cheese pasta

Three ingredients, ready in ten minutes. Come on, right? Kicks the ass of alfredo. KICKS IT IN THE ASS. Swear.

It’s French which is English for fancy.

This week’s menu:

Thursday:
lunch: (homemade) broccoli potato soup
dinner: blue cheese pasta

Friday:
going out, whoopie!

Saturday:
lunch: sammiches on fresh bread (because hello? it’s fresh bread, stupid)
dinner: bbq steak, cheese potatoes, corn (because Madison will eat corn)

Sunday:
lunch: salad and cheese biscuits (like at Red Lobster)
dinner: szechuan stirfry (with extra red pepper flakes in my szechuan please)

Monday:
lunch: blue caesar
dinner: crockpot lentil soup (seriously, again, sfg)

Jacob asked if we could eat the blue cheese pasta every day for the rest of our lives. It’s got a half cup of whole cream in it. I said no. But maybe once a month. And after we can lick the pot.

I’m doing menus again. We’ll see how long it lasts.