This week, I managed to take one (1) picture of food, and I managed to make one (1) meal that it even made sense to take a picture of.
Therefore, I will claim the droit du mommyblogger and outrageously pad the following text with irrelevant photos of my little home, all designed, with the help of free online editing software, to arouse strong emotions when you compare them with your own surroundings.
Hamburgers, chips, Star Crunch
Before I commence with the domestic portion of this post, here is something that has been on my heart for many years, and I feel convicted to share.
Star Crunch are the hamburgers of the packaged dessert world.
THINK ABOUT IT. I’m not saying it is a coincidence and I’m not saying it’s not not a coincidence. I’m just saying. This is how They do it. None so blind, eh?
Oven-roasted pork ribs, baked potatoes, asparagus; vanilla ice cream with fresh blueberry sauce
A very fine meal that was all about making the oven hot, putting pans of food in, and then taking them out again later.
For the blueberries, I put them in a pot with some sugar, lemon juice, vanilla, and a little butter and mashed them a little.
Chicken and salad
I wondered if I could make chicken for salad in my Instant Pot. I Googled it, and quickly turned up a post about this very thing. Written by me.
I prefer to describe this phenomenon (which happens on the regular) as “humility,” rather than “profound idiocy.”
Thai chicken coconut soup (Tom Kha Gai), rice
Once, I made a soup so overwhelmingly offensive to the senses that, when, on my way to the table, I slipped on a wet bathing suit and dropped the pot and the soup all ran under the refrigerator, the children spontaneously cheered.
This soup wasn’t quite that good.
I followed this recipe, which includes a delicious combination of chicken and mushrooms with coconut milk, lemongrass, fresh ginger, lime juice, fish sauce, chile paste, basil, and cilantro. But I accidentally boiled the hell out of it, so the coconut milk broke. I also misunderstood the point of lemongrass, and cut it into little bits which were irretrievable.
The taste was actually not terrible, but the texture was just so upsetting. You know when you find a sippy cup of milk that’s been sitting in the sun all week? Then garnish with hot bamboo. What I’m trying to say, fresh lime juice will only take you so far.
Mushroom, cheddar, and salami omelettes; salad
Chicken drumsticks, peas, bread and butter
I cooked the chicken in the morning and then crashed so hard. This week has been murder. Murder, I tell you. By the time it was time to eat, I could barely work up the strength to allow the chicken to plummet from my hands onto the table. With my last reserves, I chucked two bags of frozen peas after it, then nudged a loaf of bread in the dining room’s general direction, and died.
Bowties with pesto
I don’t think you heard me the first time, so I’ll spell it out for you.
And I will see you on the other side.