I loved how simple they were, blended so well and wasn't $7+. I had a Chick-fil-A frosted coffee and, while decent, it immediately separated and was hard to drink. I can't find one as good as at Sheetz.
Of course the tortellini isn't from the farm. 😆
We are drowning in produce from our local farm CSA, though I did snag a green pepper from my small garden (the pests are taking it over instead). I needed to use some up instead of sacrificing it to the compost gods (they'll get the scraps this time.)
I cooked the tortellini first and let it cool off while I chopped the veggies:
Cherry tomatoes, zucchini, summer squash, green pepper, cucumber, carrots, and a shallot. Plus from my pantry: olive oil, red wine vinegar, powdered garlic, salt, pepper and a little dried basil. The pantry items were to taste that I added and then stirred to see if I needed any more.
It's currently marinating in the fridge.
Hi. So TLDR: my MIL has always been trying and difficult to deal with, doing her own thing no matter what. She has some diagnosed and undiagnosed mental health issues that adds to all of this. Two years ago she came for a summer visit (she lives 2 states away) and brought COVID with her. She knew she was sick but did it anyway. She got my family sick (I have comorbidities that makes COVID dangerous to me), as well as extended family and friends and she was stuck at my house without a way home. I tried to quarantine myself & husband took care of us and the kids (willingly). She told me I wasn't doing enough for her son & I was starving her by not buying her special vegan food.
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I blew up. It was the last straw. I felt bad after but it had been 10+ years of her passive aggressiveness and sly comments.
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I went NO. She ignored me in person the next spring when we went to SIL to visit (again, all live 2 states away). Ever since, I am low contact in person and NO over tech.
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A few months back, BIL & SIL said they would like to visit this summer. We said yes. They didn't say family trip, and we are going to their state 3 weeks after their visit for a family wedding so we will see them all again (including MIL). Well, during Easter, MIL said something that made my senses tingle and I told my husband to check that it was just SIL & BIL (and nieces/nephew). He said I was just anxious and ignored it.
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A few weeks later, he apologized and said I was right: SIL invited the WHOLE family (other BIL, FIL AND MIL, who are divorced 10+ years).
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So, I now have to host my MIL against my will in my own home before I could decide if I felt ready for it. There is no going back from this, the damage is already done.
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On top of that, it's my son's birthday this Sunday. We are having the party next weekend, not this one. I figured we would have his favorite meal and celebrate with donuts and ice cream (his choice). I don't want a big blowout with party favors for my nieces/nephew and balloons and games. I want relaxing fun and my son will be fine with that (as will BIL/SIL).
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However, MIL loves a good party and loves to be the one to do special things for people aka get attention and platitudes. She will try to push her agenda and her wants on the situation because that's what she does. Nevermind that it's supposed to be about spending time with family and not having a party.
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I am just so overly anxious about her being in my space when I wasn't ready. DH wants to wait til she does/says anything before setting the boundary. Other BIL says none of this will work and we should just let her have her way if she wants it. I just think this is a recipe for disaster & I'm not looking forward to this upcoming visit (Friday-Monday). Please pray for me.
I'm on the East Coast US and I'm about to begin my two-day prep: 2 Ducolax at 4, then my first dose of Miralax Gatorade concoction (the whole 64 oz in two hours!) I haven't eaten since midnight (drinking a lot though).
Then tomorrow it's a repeat except half the Miralax drink and the rest at midnight. Thank goodness my appointment is at 6 am Monday.
Not to mention I'm a type 2 diabetic (40f). I have medical anxiety especially around digestive things because I've had IBS for 20 years and also no gallbladder (removed in 2018). I really, really, really don't want to have diarrhea for the next week, because I'm worried my gut won't bounce back from this.
Have I mentioned I'm hungry? All I want are some tacos. 😭
Send prayers and good thoughts I get through this.