October 18, 2016
That was all I was going to get at the international market in Memphis, on my way back from Jackson and delivering two monkey children, aka Amazing Grandchildren 1 and 3, back to their mama, who had been out of town.
Which is why, as a matter of fact, I haven’t been cooking, or, to tell the truth, eating any heckuva lot for the past few days. Since Thursday, I’ve spent 19 hours in the car and the rest of the time doing what I was told by two preschoolers. Well, except for two superb concerts in between. And not a lot of sleep.
But they’re such CUTE little critters!
October 10, 2016
I love it when fall finally starts creeping around. When you break out your fuzzy slippers (those of us permanently afflicted with chilly feet). When the morning nip in the air perks you up when you take the dog outside. When the leaves start to drift downward, when you smell wood smoke, when you want to go spend a day hiking in the woods.
When you want to braise something.
I’m trying to empty my freezer, as my yearly allotment of cow will be arriving later this month. One of the things in it was an eight-pound pork roast I’d picked up when Kroger had a good sale on shoulder roasts a while back. I decided it was time.
I nailed the chicken curry last night. Nailed. It.
Decided I needed to cook. Didn’t know what I wanted. Decided to thaw chicken breasts, on the basis that I could go in a bunch of directions from there.
Wound up with chicken curry. And I didn’t pull out a recipe, I just winged it with what I know generally goes in there. Worked like a charm.
October 7, 2016
But only about as long as it’ll take me to figure out how to move to Massachusetts.
Just kidding. My three days up there were lovely, and I fell in love with the fishing village of Marblehead, but I imagine I’d be pretty miserable in February. Not to mention they don’t know what pimiento cheese is. Nor fried okra. And I have no idea what vegetables would grow well, albeit for a much shorter growing season.
October 2, 2016
I did promise y’all details on lasagna, so here you go:
I’d promised I would cook dinner for a friend who’s recently had a death in the family. I settled on lasagna because, lasagna. Everyone likes it (there are kids involved, an adolescent and a kindergartener), it’s not time-sensitive (you can put it together today and cook it whenever you want), and it’ll feed a horde.
For good measure, I put together a 10 x 13 pan for my friend, and a 7 x 11 pan for us here at the house. Ran out of sauce, too, so I had to improvise, and didn’t get the home version seasoned as well as I’d have liked.
October 1, 2016
I have been alternately watching football and baseball, having heart attacks, and grating cheese today. Because it’s been that kind of a day.
To date, the heart attack total stands at two; one for the late-inning comeback by the Cardinals, precipitating a last-game-of-the-season, all-the-marbles contest tomorrow afternoon, and one — well, actually, that might have been two — during the last 15 seconds of the Tennessee-Georgia game, when the lead changed hands twice.
Arkansas, at least, had a predictable romp over Alcorn State, and my Memphis State Tigers are currently a TD down to Ole Miss. But there is lasagna, and quiche, and I have had a successful first day of October Unprocessed.
September 29, 2016
I NEEDED a day in the kitchen. I needed it about as much as I needed a day off from work. I managed to achieve both yesterday, and I feel much better for it.
I got up a little bit later than usual, thanks to Lucy giving me an extra 30 minutes to sleep, and I spent an hour or so perusing newspapers and Facebook before I betook myself to the kitchen. There was a bit of a nip in the air, and I had fall priorities on my mind: Vegetable beef soup, homemade bread, and a new batch of granola, because I was out, and there’s nothing worse than having a new batch of homemade yogurt and no granola to go with it.