Menu planning for Monday

This afternoon Little Bear, who had been very very sure midday that he didn't need a nap, crawled into my lap and laid his head down. "I'm sleepy, Mommy..." Not five minutes later, he was sound asleep.

I couldn't let him have more than a half hour, else bedtime would have been awful, but thankfully he woke up happy. I love the happy-just-waking-up stage in little kids! He was awake-ish but keeping his eyes closed as he responded to me, so I started teasing him, trying to encourage him to continue waking up:

"Let's get something to eat. How does that sound?"

"Okay." (Eyes still closed, not moving)

"Would you like a hard-boiled egg?"

"Nope."

"Oh, I see. Then you must want... socks?"

The eyes stayed closed, but lazy grin crept over his face. "I don't eat socks, Mama!"

"That's probably a good idea. How about... pickles and peanut butter?"

"Apples and peanut butter?" His eyes popped open. "Okay!"

Planning this week's menu was at least as convoluted as finding Little Bear a snack; today, I believe, is the only day all workweek that we don't have anything marked on the calendar for the evening. Matt's class Tuesday, RCIA Wednesday, the Chrism Mass Thursday, and my RCIA class is leading the Stations of the Cross Friday. And then Wednesday is a solemnity--the Annunciation--so it's not supposed to be meatless. And Friday I only need to make a lot of one meal element to bring to the meatless potluck before Stations. And Sunday is Palm Sunday already!

Then there's the "waffles for the Annunciation" thing. Matt and I had never heard of this, but apparently it's a common thing to eat waffles on the solemnity of the Annunciation, because... why? Failing to come up with any remotely reasonable theological explanation, we looked it up. It turns out that this is one of those "too funny not to continue" bits of lower case tradition:

In much of Europe, the Annunciation is referred to as Lady Day. In Swedish, that translates to Vårfrudagen. Which apparently sounds, in some dialects, nearly identical to Våffeldagen: waffle day. No, seriously, that's the reason.

My "breakfast for supper is weird" husband thought this was funny enough that we definitely had to put waffles on the menu for Wednesday. So the plan for the week looks like this:

Passion Sunday: chicken enchilada skillet with black beans and corn

Monday: supper with my family

Tuesday: tuna-n-egg salad sandwiches, raw vegetables and dip

Wednesday (Annunciation): ham-broccoli egg bake, Swedish waffles with whipped cream and jam

Thursday: caribou chili, corn bread and green salad

Friday: potato soup in the slow cooker

Saturday: caribou steaks (on the grill!), steamed broccoli/carrots/cauliflower, potato salad

Palm Sunday: Psari plaki (Greek baked halibut), soft pretzels, green salad, ice cream sundaes

What are your plans for the Annunciation? And if you're making waffles, how did that become a tradition for your family? Did you grow up doing it, or hear about it somewhere? I'd never heard anything about it before this past weekend, and am really curious now about how it became so widespread.