Monday, salvaged. To some extent.

January 17, 2011

At last, with camera back home, a middlin' decent photo.

OK, I feel better now. Somewhat. I’m still contemplating tying concrete blocks to Child C and NS’s feet, and throwing them in the lake. (Children A and B, y’all want some of this, while I’m on a rampage?) And the drain ain’t fixed. But I’ve cooked, and been to the track, and lost some money and won some money, and it’ll all be OK eventually. I guess.

Above is the dish o’the day — pastitsio. Which is moussaka which has had math done to it; i.e, subtract the eggplant, add penne pasta, keep everything else pretty much the same.

Penne. Eggplant. You pays your money, and you takes your choice.

I don’t know that I’d call for one of these over the other. They’re both pretty good. This is a slightly different sauce, because it’s a different recipe (this one’s from Food 52, search for pastitsio, because I’m too lazy to do that and link it right now). It uses tomato paste instead of a can of tomatos, and adds sumac and mint, neither of which I could identify in the finished product.

And, inadvertently, it has itself simmered damn near dry, rescued only because Child C called me and asked “Is this sauce stuff supposed to be still cooking?” and turned it off. I added water — thank God for cast-iron Dutch ovens, it had not stuck and burned — and reconstituted it, and I cannot tell it suffered.
I also made pizza dough — WITH yeast, this time! — for a calzone later this week, and a junior-sized meat loaf with leftover meatball mix I’d stuck in the fridge and needed to cook. And I made French toast, with the challah I’d picked up Saturday (is anyone but me amused that challah is always a Saturday morning purchase?).
So. I’m not home tomorrow night. The kids get either leftover pastitsio, or meat loaf, or something else that’s left over in the fridge. I get munchies at a pair of receptions. The ledge is in session, and if you recall the beginnings of this blog almost two years ago, you’ll remember me bitching and moaning about same. So I am wining and dining and lobbying and stuff. Then there’s calzone on Wednesday, and yet-to-be-determined on Thursday and Friday. Hopefully by next weekend the plumber will have arrived and fixed the freaking disposal. I’m thinking the short ribs are on tap for next weekend, particularly if it’s cold.
With that, I’m going to adjourn to another glass of wine and a novel. You and y’mama ‘n ’em be prepared to help me hide the bodies if these kids get on my nerves just One More Time….

One Response to “Monday, salvaged. To some extent.”

  1. Len Cleavelin Says:

    Looks good! Glad to see Monday at least semi-corrected itself.

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