Fall in the air?

September 12, 2011

You can make it fall, if you turn your a/c down low enough. Honest you can.

You couldn’t tell it from the temps today — the mercury was back up in the mid-90s, after a week of almost fall-like weather — but fall must be in the air, because I was eating chili and grilled cheese.

This would be because that was what I cooked yesterday, when I was in nesting mode. Along with FINALLY unpacking suitcases from my last two trips. It wasn’t that I cooked so much, but I at least got a lot of stuff done here, and the hillside neighbors and I were cooperating on a cookout, and I did baked beans and fresh corn.

Oh, and huevos rancheros for breakfast. It had been a while.

Damned eggs stuck. Broke BOTH yolks. Still good, though.

Damn, I can make some baked beans. See brand new index page for recipe. We are now indexed through, I think, September, 09. Which means we just have two full years to go.

I’m enjoying the indexing project. It’s reminding me of things I made and liked and have not thought about making in a while; I’m dusting off the chickpea and tomato salad for a brunch I’m catering this Sunday.

Speaking of said brunch — it’s in honor of my gorgeous granddaughter, Miss McCallan Hope Ellis, age six months, thank you very much, who is being dedicated at church Sunday afternoon. Her mama and daddy may make a Baptist out of her, but I’m still going to do my damndest to see she turns out a Democrat. We sing protest songs for lullabies. She likes “We Shall Overcome” and “I Shall Not Be Moved” and “Where Have All The Flowers Gone.” The “Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die Blues” is a little too peppy for lullaby material, but she giggles at it. I think this is a good sign. We’re about to start reading FDR’s biography for bedtime stories.

But I digress. I am catering brunch for this adventure. On the menu: Ham and rolls, individual quiches (one Mexican, one something else). Hummus and veggies, black bean and corn salad, chips and dips. Fruit salad, chickpea and tomato salad. Gluten-free banana bread, lemon icebox pie tarts. Mint limeade, coffee, tea. Maybe mimosas.

The adventure part — because none of that is particularly tough, and much can be done in advance — is that Child B, you may recall, is gluten intolerant, and Son-In-Law is vegan. So — ham and rolls for the rest of us. The quiche cups will be in a corn tortilla crust, so at least Child B can eat those.

And I guess I’ll get someone to stop by and get NS a burger, because he ain’t eating none of that stuff. Sigh. My family’s dietary habits are enough to convince me God has a warped sense of humor. That and the fact that two of my three children are Republican.

There is no justice.

It’s going to be hot again tomorrow, but I don’t care. I think I’m going to make white bean and sausage soup, mostly because I Can, and put it in the crock-pot and dinner will be ready when I get home and then NS will have two somethings he can eat for dinner Thursday when I am not home, and we’ll have something for later on.

I’ll keep you and y’mama ‘n ’em posted.


One Response to “Fall in the air?”

  1. Len Cleavelin Says:

    Her mama and daddy may make a Baptist out of her, but I’m still going to do my damndest to see she turns out a Democrat.

    She’s either going to be President, or schizophrenic as hell. 😉

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