By Nicole

For about three weeks Leilee's favorite joke was: "What is the difference between a guitar and a fish?" *************************************** "You can't tune a fish!" Actually - that was her favorite punchline.  She would ask any question as the first part of the joke and end it with, "You can't tune a fish!" She thought she was hilarious. Well I can't really tune a fish.  But I can tuna fish.  Like a pro. Although, the truth is.... this is only my second year.  Two years ago my sister gave me home-canned tuna for a birthday present.  We scarfed it down like it was ocean candy.  So freaking good. The next year, I went to a canning party at her almost mother-in-law's house.  She taught us how to can tuna, and I waltzed home with a hundred jars and self-proclaimed title of "Fish-Whisperer" because I had mastered the art of picking the tuna carcass clean.  No joke.  Hand me a fillet knife and a spoon. ...

I have fallen so far off of the Meal Plan wagon, that I can't even see the dust.  It's been that bad. We've started football and Wednesday church activities.  I've been canning like a crazy woman.  Gardening like a hermit.  Collecting eggs with joy and gratitude.  Dreaming of living on a farm with solar power and lots of ducks.  Not blogging.  Not cleaning (enough). And definitely not meal planning.  Or doing any kind of planning.  Truly. Anyway. This week will be different.  We will know what we are eating before we are eating it. Monday:  Chicken soup and sauteed veggies.  I have a sick little boy who needs comfort food.  The soup is for him.  The veggies are actually going to be various squash and some chanterelles.  Mostly for me. Tuesday:  Practice.  We will have tuna wraps with lettuce from the garden.  I just finished canning and a jar didn't seal.  Yummers.  When we get h...