On Friday morning, after the kids left for their last day of school for...well, who really knows at this point, I made a batch of chocolate chip granola bars.
They taste just like the Quaker/Annie's bars, but are much cheaper and stupid-easy to make. I add semi-chopped Cheerios to them which is inexplicably exciting to my children when they come across an almost-whole one. I don't know either. They're a favorite snack to pack on after-school activity days. Which are also cancelled now.
Later on Friday, I baked a chocolate sheet cake.
I usually cut this cake up into mini squares to send as a special treat in their lunchboxes, dusting the tops with a little powder sugar in the morning so it still looks pretty at lunchtime. Instead, I just cut them big full-sized squares for dessert. I also helped myself to a couple small stress-bites right out of the pan, no powdered sugar required.
Meanwhile, Jason baked bread and made some pizza dough we could freeze for later.
On Saturday, we were supposed to have our annual neighborhood wine tasting party. It got cancelled because drunk people are bad at social distancing. We'd planned to take some pinot noir and Jason's bread and Julia Child's boeuf bourguignon, so we ate (and drank) it by ourselves at home instead.
I walked a few servings over to the would-be host of the party. She'd just returned from collecting her son from college in New York. He'd been given 24 hours notice to leave his dorm. It's his senior year and his commencement's been cancelled, so they took a couple pictures in his cap and gown anyway, in their backyard.
I came home and made blueberry muffins.
I misjudged the yield/distribution and baked the extra batter in a ramekin, creating one colossal muffin/cake hybrid. Ezra and Ike split it in half and requested a full batch of nothing but Monster Muffins next time.
Good, I thought. I'll have something to do in a few days, then.
On Sunday morning, we added whole wheat oatmeal pancakes and homemade danish pastry toaster tarts to our stash of frozen breakfast options.
On Sunday afternoon, we ventured out to Target to pick up a backordered prescription. Jason waited in line for 30 minutes while the guy behind him repeatedly coughed and sneezed. I wandered around the half-empty aisles, mildly amused at what items were completely ransacked and what was mostly left alone. Still no toilet paper but I did get a four-pack of tissues.
I also bought more butter and some ingredients for a pumpkin cake.
We went to downtown Ellicott City for lunch, since like everyone else we're stuck between wanting to support our local small businesses but also we don't want to be stupid? Are we being stupid? We sat at a bar several seats away from the next party over and ordered an appetizer. A large group was celebrating St. Patrick's Day in the back, posing for group photos and hugging one another in between rounds of shots.
We asked for our check and a gift certificate.
Then we came home and tried our hand at homemade Cheezits.
On Sunday night, Jason defrosted the dough and made pizzas. I guess it was technically later. Time already feels kind of weird.
Today Jason and I are trying to keep out of each other's way, something I failed at immediately by sending our school district's guides for at-home learning activities to our annoyingly noisy printer while he was on a conference call.
Noah is super irritated at me for making him do anything school related, and passive-aggressively ate nothing but cereal for breakfast.
Our Blue Apron box arrived today, right on time, just like normal. So we're technically set for three nights' worth of dinners. But since I can't seem to shake this restless, unsettled feeling, I think I'll prep a lasagna or some enchiladas this afternoon anyway. (You know, something from the 'Freezes Beautifully' section of mah cookbook.) Or maybe the kids will eat enough of the chocolate cake so I can justify baking another one, or some cookies. Maybe our neighbors would like some cookies. I know almost everybody is home but I haven't actually seen anyone all day.
It's only Monday. I hope I bought enough flour.