The word of the day is: PROCRASTINATION
Or maybe it’s more that I am not nearly interesting enough to write about myself and my life every day. Well, to be honest – since we’re such close friends -, I’ve thought every day of blogging (See how that worked out?) and I just didn’t.
Let’s start with some yummy food, compliments of Pinterest.
Since we were crapped on by the Snow Gods, I thought soup was in order. I prepared for this by buying the ingredients for this tomato soup ahead of the storm. I also bought the materials for grilled cheese – the natural compliment for such a soup. I wasn’t too impressed, sadly. I opted for the no cream option…maybe that was it. It just didn’t taste like tomato soup to us. This may also have to do with the connection of memory and taste. Happy, warm, memories of tomato soup and grilled cheese center around a very well known red and white can. A similar effect was not achieved by this soup, as I had hopped. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, but did not hit the memory as I had hoped.
Food and memory are just so intertwined; I think anyway. The smells, sights, and tastes of a childhood dish just bring you back to a different, better?, simpler?, time. For me, food has a way of crossing the boundaries that the passing of a loved one puts up. When I make some of my grandfather’s recipes I swear it’s like he’s with me again. Making the food reminds me of all the times we made X food and eating it is like a brief glimpse to a past where he was still alive.
For dessert, the most important part of any meal, I made these with a few minor changes. I didn’t make the filling as outline here. Instead I bought a raspberry jam that sounded amazing and used that instead. I followed everything else to the T and these were AMAZING.
During this week I made these chicken thighs. I followed this recipe exactly, but was a little less than thrilled that the sauce, which sounded so good, was a little less than amazing when all was said and done. So, here was my fix:
- Take the thighs out of the pan after 15 minutes (as prescribed in the recipe).
- Broil them for 5 minutes to achieve a nice crispy crust on the skin and to finish cooking them through.
- Meanwhile, mix about a table spoon of corn starch with a little over a tablespoon of water to create a thick-ish/watery paste.
- Poor corn starch mixture into sauce in the pan and whisk.
- I had to add about a table spoon more soy sauce, another lime worth or juice, and about a tablespoon of veggie stock into this to get it to the consistency I wanted.
This gave me an amazing gravy that I happily spooned all over the chicken and rice we had.
I’ve been making my way through 1984 and I am enjoying it. There are some aspects of this book that would make it interesting and difficult to teach.
I am particularly fond of this line:
Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.
I am not sure what it is about this that hits me, other than I can see the truth behind it. How many times throughout history has someone said or believed something that the masses did not agree with only to be labeled a lunatic…a heretic. Then, later, it is found out that they were correct and thus no longer a lunatic. This fact is address right after this line when it is said that:
At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the Earth goes round the Sun; today, to believe the past is inalterable.
I have been pondering this bit for the last few days. I thought it was worth sharing.
Here is a little Haiku I wrote about the snow. There is some unladylike language therein…