Camp Pendleton's spring training schedule means Ryan is gone two weekends a month. Caleb had baseball practice Tuesday and Thursday. I drove.
Caleb, 8, wants to be a firefighter still. Has not deviated. Hazel, 5, opinions about everything. Has Donna's directness without the diplomacy.
Spaghetti Tuesday. Meat sauce. The kids' second favorite after tacos.
Ryan came home from work. Dinner was on the stove. The basics held.
The PCS rumors are starting again. The official orders will come in a few months. We could move. We could stay. The waiting is the worst part. Three years here and I have learned to not put down deep roots in any military town. Nineteen-year-old me would not have believed how good I have gotten at packing.
The kids' soccer game was Saturday morning. The other parents brought oranges and Capri Suns. I brought a thermos of coffee for myself and a folding chair I bought at Target three years ago that has been to four duty stations now. The chair is a more loyal companion than some of my friends.
Base housing is base housing. Beige walls, beige carpet, beige expectations. The dryer venting is in a stupid place. The kitchen has no dishwasher. We make it work.
I went to the commissary Saturday morning. Got the grocery haul under sixty bucks for the week, which is a small victory. The cashier knows me. We talked about her grandkids while she scanned the chicken thighs and the family-size box of pasta. Small-town energy on a Marine base in California.
Ryan came home tired Wednesday. He showered, ate, sat on the couch, was asleep by eight. Standard for a Marine who has been up since four-thirty for PT and stayed late for a brief. The schedule is the schedule. The body adapts because it has to.
I read the blog comments at the kitchen table with my coffee. A young spouse in Lejeune emailed me about deployment cooking. I wrote her back at length. I told her about the freezer. I told her about Donna. I told her she would survive. I sent her three of Donna's recipes.
I sat at the kitchen table Tuesday night writing in the journal. Volume 11 now. The handwriting has not gotten neater. The journals are a record of the life I am living, in the moment, in tiny script that I will look back on someday and not be able to read. That is okay. The writing was the thing.
I went for a walk Sunday morning before the kids got up. Half an hour. The fog was burning off. I needed it. Some weeks I get the walk in. Some weeks I don't. The week tells me which.
Wednesday morning meal prep — Sunday afternoon, hours of containers. The freezer is full. The future-me thanks present-me. Donna taught me this routine. Donna's freezer was always full. Donna saved her sanity with quart bags labeled in Sharpie.
Caleb watched the firefighters at a school visit Wednesday and came home buzzing. He is going to be one. I have known this since he was four. Some kids tell you who they are early.
Dad called. He has been gardening. He is sending zucchini updates again. The PTSD is managed. He talks more than he used to. He is becoming his own version of healed, which I did not think was possible at fourteen.
Caleb's school had a fundraiser this week. I baked cookies because I always bake cookies. The cookies were the standard chocolate chip. They sold out in twenty minutes. I am the cookie mom of this PTO and I have stopped fighting it.
Spaghetti Tuesday is sacred in this house, but it can’t be the only trick I know—and after a week of driving Caleb to practice, walking through base housing fog at dawn, and keeping sixty bucks under the grocery budget, I needed something that felt like a win without being a project. These spicy turkey lettuce wraps are exactly that: fast, pantry-friendly, and just spicy enough that Ryan actually looks up from his plate. Donna never made them, which means they’re mine.
Spicy Turkey Lettuce Wraps
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb ground turkey
- 1 head butter or iceberg lettuce, leaves separated
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 teaspoon fresh ginger, grated (or 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger)
- 3 tablespoons soy sauce
- 2 tablespoons hoisin sauce
- 1–2 teaspoons sriracha (adjust to taste)
- 1 teaspoon sesame oil
- 1 tablespoon rice vinegar
- 1 can (8 oz) water chestnuts, drained and roughly chopped
- 3 green onions, thinly sliced
- 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
- Salt and pepper to taste
Instructions
- Make the sauce. In a small bowl, whisk together the soy sauce, hoisin sauce, sriracha, sesame oil, and rice vinegar. Set aside.
- Cook the turkey. Heat vegetable oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the ground turkey and cook, breaking it up with a spoon, until no longer pink, about 6–8 minutes. Drain excess fat if needed.
- Add aromatics. Push the turkey to one side of the pan. Add the garlic and ginger to the cleared space and cook for 30 seconds until fragrant, then stir into the meat.
- Add sauce and water chestnuts. Pour the sauce over the turkey mixture and stir to coat. Add the chopped water chestnuts and cook for another 2–3 minutes until everything is heated through and the sauce has reduced slightly.
- Finish and serve. Remove from heat and stir in half the green onions. Spoon the filling into individual lettuce leaves and garnish with remaining green onions. Serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 280 | Protein: 26g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 14g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 780mg