Brandon made breakfast on Saturday — pancakes from a box, as is the custom — and I drank my coffee and let him. The week was a winter week, the kind where the light through the kitchen window arrives at a particular angle and the freezer hums in a different register depending on the temperature in the garage. I made notes in my prep notebook on Sunday afternoon, the way I always do: meal name, ingredient list, cost per serving, prep time, freezer instructions. Twenty-eight bags. Two hours and eleven minutes. A little slow this week, by my standards, but Brandon was helping and the conversation was good, and I have learned, slowly and against my own grain, that the conversation is sometimes the point and the time is sometimes a courtesy I extend to my husband for being willing to chop onions on a Sunday afternoon.
The recipe of the week was chicken tortilla soup, which I have made some specific number of times in my life and have refined to a system that I now hand to other people in printed form. The version I made this week fed eight, cost under fifteen dollars, and required twenty-six minutes of active prep, which is within my requirements and not a coincidence. The vacuum sealer is the most important small appliance in this house and I will die on this hill. I have stopped explaining the freezer-meal philosophy to people who already follow my work, and I have stopped apologizing for it to people who do not. The philosophy is simple: tomorrow is coming whether you are ready or not. You can either be ready or not. I pick ready.
The children are doing what they do, which is the central report of every week of my adult life. Ethan, 20, is in the Philippines on his mission. He sends emails on Mondays. I read them on Mondays. The day is now structured around his email. Olivia is 18, at BYU studying elementary education — the path she chose at age seven and has not deviated from once. Mason, 16, is in Brazil on his mission. His weekly emails are short and full of jokes. He does not write much about the work. He writes about the food. Lily is 14, in high school, asking the kind of questions in Sunday School that make the teachers uncomfortable, which I find difficult and also, secretly, admirable. Noah is 11, the comedian, the performer — the kid who does an impression of my disappointed face in front of company, and gets away with it. That is the family report. I do not have a system for these reports. I just listen and remember and call back when I said I would call back, which is most of the time and not all of the time, and the difference between most and all is the territory of motherhood.
Grace would have been 9. I do not let myself imagine the alternate version. I keep her in the facts. I do not write about her every week. I do not avoid her either. She is in the kitchen the way the kitchen is in the kitchen — woven into the structure, not announcing herself, present. The photograph above the stove is the only one of her smiling, and it has watched me batch-prep more freezer meals than I can count, and I have stopped feeling strange about the parasocial relationship I have with a four-month-old who has been gone for years. She is my daughter. The photograph is what I have. I look. I keep cooking.
Brandon is asleep on the couch. The dishwasher is running. The kitchen is clean. That is what counts as victory in a long marriage.
Not everything in a prep-forward kitchen needs to be vacuum-sealed and stacked in a chest freezer. Some things just need to be ready — sitting in the fridge, no explanation required, available when someone walks through the door hungry at 3 p.m. on a Sunday while the onions are still being chopped. These cucumber and hummus boats are that thing for us. They take almost no time, they fit the philosophy, and they disappear before I have to label them.
Cucumber and Hummus Boats
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 10 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 large English cucumbers
- 1 cup hummus (store-bought or homemade)
- 1/4 cup cherry tomatoes, quartered
- 2 tablespoons kalamata olives, sliced
- 2 tablespoons crumbled feta cheese
- 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
- 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
- 1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Fresh parsley, chopped, for garnish (optional)
Instructions
- Prep the cucumbers. Slice each cucumber in half lengthwise. Use a spoon to scoop out a shallow channel along the center of each half, creating a “boat” to hold the filling. Pat dry with a paper towel.
- Fill with hummus. Spoon approximately 1/4 cup of hummus into each cucumber boat, spreading it evenly along the length.
- Add toppings. Distribute the cherry tomatoes, sliced olives, and crumbled feta evenly across all four boats.
- Finish and season. Drizzle olive oil and lemon juice over the filled boats. Dust lightly with smoked paprika and season with salt and pepper to taste.
- Garnish and serve. Top with fresh parsley if using. Serve immediately, or cover and refrigerate for up to two hours before serving.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 165 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 14g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 340mg