“Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old

Sometimes I’d like to quit

Nothin’ ever seems to fit

Hangin’ around

Nothin’ to do but frown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down”

I have never felt more like singing this song by The Carpenters than today.

The day started like a usual workday for us. He gets up early, gets ready while I try to catch a couple more Z’s. Hubby always kisses me good-bye and tells me to have a nice day. I mabble (mumble and babble at the same time) things about the time, blanket hogging and does my hair look sexy. (I have the best bedhead.)

This morning I heard rain. Sigh. Not rain. Not on a Monday. Hubby confirmed it WAS rain, kissed my head and walked out the door. (Hmmm, he only kissed my head so my hair must not have looked as sexy I thought.)

I heard the door shut and the pitter-patter of the rain on our roof. Sigh. I went back to sleep. I woke up an hour later, rolled out of bed and took a glance in the mirror. (Okay, the hair only deserved a forehead kiss.)

As I opened up the blinds, the gloominess just smacked me in the face. The rain and lack of sun just kind of says today is yucky.

But it just isn’t the weather; it is the “Monday-blues.” As much as I make fun of my hubby on Felt Like a Foodie, I miss him so much on Mondays.

I’m not saying that our weekends are so awesome that I don’t want them to end. I mean there are some weekends that he makes every minute seem like an hour so it FEELS like our weekends last forever.

I am just saying that I really enjoy his company. He makes me laugh all the time so on Monday I go through smile withdrawal. I feel so frowny and blue. I keep myself busy but find myself looking at the clocks literally counting the hours until he comes home. (This is another time where every minute feels like and hour.)

Some Mondays, I am lucky. He comes home for lunch. (He thinks coming home for lunch means he is getting lucky. Seriously?? On a Monday?! I’m in a bad mood!)

So back to today….I got up and got that phone call….he isn’t coming home for lunch. Sigh. Add that to the Monday blues and rain and I was ready to go over the edge. (In his defense, he has a lot going on at work so I am sure he was blue too.)

I did what every good housewife does….you make a good lunch for yourself and say, “Screw him”. (But not literally “screw him” because once again….it is Monday and he isn’t home.)

My lunch really wasn’t “good” as in healthy but “good” as in comforting like a husband who you not only love but you like a lot…and miss on Mondays.

Crispy Baked Ravioli


1/2 cup Italian dry bread crumbs

1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese (this is where that green bottle of cheese is great!)

1/4 cup sour cream (Random thought…I wonder how yogurt would work?)

1/4 cup milk

12 refrigerated ravioli (use whatever you like)

1/2 cup pizza sauce, warmed


Heat oven to 375°F.

Combine breadcrumbs and cheese in bowl.

Combine sour cream and milk in bowl.

Dip ravioli in sour cream mixture, then in breadcrumb mixture to coat evenly.

Place ravioli on nonstick baking sheet or on parchment paper.  Make sure they are spaced apart.

Bake 6 minutes, flip. Continue baking another 6-8 minutes. They should look brown and crispy.

Don’t skip the sour cream. It really gets the crumbs to stick.

These can be doubled or tripled up but when you cook them you need to leave some space on the pan so they crisp up. Too many on a pan will make it soggy, like a rainy Monday and no one wants that!