What’s for supper? Vol. 435: There’s a phost time for everything

Happy Friday! I ASSUME some of you are going to Mass today, har har. We went yesterday for the vigil, and now I can’t even remember why. The plan for this weekend has changed so many times, it’s like the scene in Airplane where the announcer is like, “Flight 209, now arriving at Gate Eight. Gate Nine. Gate Ten . . .” 

 

Coincidentally, I also spent much of this week sweating my head off like Ted Striker landing a plane.

SATURDAY
Leftovers with tater tots

It was Corrie’s shopping turn, and that is a kid who enjoys a thrift shop, so we added that to the shopping routine. One item found and left on the shelf:

No thank you please.

Corrie used her own money to buy a game called “Farting Sheep,” and it’s actually not a completely terrible game. It comes with a whoopee cushion and you can play it without consulting the instructions ten million times. 

While we were doing that, Damien drove Benny into Boston go to the big comic con with her friend. She had a great time, found some cool merch for her obscure fandoms, and MET CATHERINE TATE. Who was so charmed by her sheer Bennyness that she gave her a free autographed photo. 

Benny said she was really nice and called her “darling” several times. Benny told her she liked Donna better than Rose, haha. 

Back home, I was pooped and asked the kids to heat up supper, which was leftovers and tater tots. And you know what?

There’s nothing more delicious than food someone else made while you put your feet up. 

This weekly planned leftover purge has been working really well, at least for me. We just heat up everything that’s still edible, and the Shopping Turn kid gets to choose one frozen food to supplement it, and anything that doesn’t get eaten gets thrown away. I’m way less neurotic about waste than I used to be, but it super duper helps me to have a system, and this system of “you get one last chance and then we throw you away, because that’s the system” is great. 

Speaking of things I’m less neurotic about than I used to be, I gave Lucy her first driving lesson on Saturday evening. 

She did great. This is the seventh kid I’m teaching how to drive, and I hardly even pulled a muscle slamming on imaginary brakes in the passenger side. 

SUNDAY
Pho

You know, I don’t remember what the people at home ate. I did not exactly cover myself with glory on Sunday. It was extremely hot, and the heat makes me feel like things are out of control, and I respond to this by taking control by tackling huge projects, which makes me hotter, etc. etc.

So on Sunday I decided I had no choice but to start digging a pond for the ducks. They have a kiddie pool and of course the stream, but these both freeze over in the winter, so we’re making a little pond in a spot where we can run a horse trough thawer into it, and also easily fill it with a hose and drain it with a pump, either into my vegetable gardens or into the swamp.

Anyway, it was a lot of friggin diggin, and SO hot, and I got absolutely coated with mud and pretty mad about various things, then went inside and had a medium-grade mom tantrum and briefly turned into Zuul. 

 Happily for everyone, Lena had already invited me out for the evening, so I cleaned up and stomped off, and got to see her new apartment, and we tried the new noodle place in town. I have somehow never had pho before. I’m a fan! 

It tasted great, and also had two of my favorite elements: Arriving half-assembled, so you can mess with it as you eat it, and arriving in an absolute basin. 

Then we went to see The Fantastic Four. I have zero knowledge of this franchise and I have a generally low opinion of superhero movies, but I really enjoyed this one. They went to a lot of trouble over the aesthetic, without being too precious about it. The characters were interesting and even showed some development over the course of the movie, and the casting was very solid. I could tell what was going on during the fighting and action sequences. And a few scenes were really wonderful, just gorgeously set up with some real emotional punch. Good stuff! And a very winsome baby, which never hurts. There is some bad language and some fleeting mentions of people being sexy or desirable (Silver Surfer is a woman in this movie), but it’s a really solid family movie for kids who aren’t super sensitive. (It does make a point of calling something “ethical” which is decidedly unethical, but the overall thrust of the plot overrides that.) 

MONDAY
Chicken drumsticks two ways, fruit salad

I had big big plans for writing on Monday, but instead I took Corrie to the doctor because her foot was still hurting from a swing injury last week. Maybe I’m biased, but I think this is the cutest foot x-ray I’ve ever seen.

Look at those little toes. Anyway, happily it looks like just a sprain, so the world’s most fabulous patient

just needs to rest that foot. The x-ray tech recognized us, which is always a sign you’re having a wonderful summer. 

Anyway I was a little rattled and couldn’t seem to get any writing done, so I decided to make some giant marshmallows. I used this recipe from Sally’s Baking Addiction. I had planned to triple it, but ran out of corn syrup, and it was just as well, because a double recipe came very close to overwhelming my standing mixer. I poured it into two casserole dishes and let it set.

Then I roasted a whole bunch of chicken drumsticks, and made two sauces: Honey mustard lemon (as described, plus some pepper), and buffalo (hot sauce, tons of melted butter, and a little sriracha). Very popular main course right now. 

Then I made a kind of weird fruit salad with watermelon, grapes, and something called a crunch melon. Which I bought 100% because I thought the name was funny. (I may start a whole series of reels just cutting up fruit and telling dumb jokes.)

It was . . . fine. It tasted like a rather bland cantaloupe, and it was indeed crunchy, like very crisp cucumbers or I guess an apple. Not something I would seek out again, but now I know!

Now you all know. 

In the evening I went to see what I had actually done when I was digging the duck pond, and I was very gratified to see that it was (a) bigger than I remembered, (b) already filling itself with water from the surrounding marsh, and (c) already beloved by the ducks. 

When it cools off a bit, I’ll dig some more and then put in a pond liner and set up the hose and pump. Yay! It’s really easy to make ducks happy, and I guess that’s why I like them. 

TUESDAY
Chicken caprese sandwiches, fries

Tuesday, I was like, okay, I didn’t get any writing done Monday, and that’s okay, but today I really really have to get some writing done. So I began by sorting through all my shirts and pants and throwing out half of them and then when I was putting the survivors back, the mop handle I use for a closet rod collapsed, and all my skirts and dresses fell down.

So I was like, oh no, this is terrible! I better make some cheese. 

I made a nice hunk of mozzarella with a gallon of milk (I have this kit), and I discovered I haven’t been heating it up quiiiiite enough in the last stage, and that’s why my last few batches have been kind of grainy. But now that I know better, it comes out much smoother! Yay!

Then I was like, okay, that’s done, and now I really must get some writing done. So I made some giant graham crackers

using this recipe; and I turned my marshmallows out of the pans

and then I started on the giant chocolate bar. Which I don’t have a picture of, because I asked Corrie to make a video of me pouring the melted chocolate into the pan, and now I have a video of a split second of melted chocolate and then a splash and a scream and then nine minutes of footage of the kitchen floor with crying and soothing noises in the background. 

Man, I felt terrible. (I was using a jerry-rigged double boiler, and my hand wobbled and I splashed her with boiling hot water as I pulled the top pot out.) Luckily, we still have Desitin in the house, which is great for burns. And Benny cheered her up by telling her about the various times I burned her when she was little. So she is okay. 

So then I picked some basil from the garden and cooked some chicken burgers. I may be the kind of mother who scalds her kids while trying to launch a cheap TikTok career, but I do serve them homemade cheese with homegrown basil

so it all evens out. 

Perfectly fine meal of caprese chicken burgers and fries 

with a generous side of guilt (not pictured). 

WEDNESDAY
Mexican beef bowls

Wednesday it was Elijah’s turn to make supper! He opted for Mexican Beef Bowls, which everybody loves. 

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One of the funny things about this project, where the kids plan and make supper for the family, is finding out which parts of various meals they care about, and which they do not. I serve a lot of meals that have lots of little things in bowls, so people can customize their plates. When I made this meal, I make rice, marinated beef, sauteed peppers, roasted corn, black beans, cilantro, shredded cheese, and sour cream. Elijah opted to add the corn to the meat as it cooked, and just stuck to basic cheese and sour cream for toppings. He would have served corn chips but I forgot to buy any. 

Stupendous. Delicious. I had seconds. 

And that’s everybody! Project Kids Make Supper yielded: Oven fried chicken and mashed potatoes (Corrie); stuffed shells and french bread (Benny); cheese-stuffed potatoes and sloppy joes (Lucy); cuban sandwiches (Irene); chicken shawarma, pita, and tiramisu (Sophia), and now Mexican beef bowls. A howling success, in my view. Sometimes all you have to do is plan something for seven or eight years and then go for it!

THURSDAY
Spaghetti and meatballs

On Thursday the heat finally broke, thank goodness. We had a soaking thunderstorm, and while it got hot again afterwards, the air feels so much cleaner and fresher. I did manage to get quite a bit of writing done on Thursday, which makes me suspect I just plain can’t write when it’s hot, which is unfortunate. 

I also got some fruit macerating for ice cream.

I meant to also make the ice cream, but when it got down to it, I thought I would just not. I was following this recipe for peach ice cream. Note that every last single ingredient except for lemon juice is some candy-ass fancy-pants expensive specialty item, which I complained about on Facebook while macerating.

The thing is, I truly understand that good ingredients make better food than mediocre ingredients. I get that. But having a recipe where every last damn item is the Elevated version is somehow tacky. It’s like when you go to someone’s house and all of their furnishing are in good taste, like every last single one, down to the carefully curated curtain pulls. I can’t explain why, but that’s bad taste. 

Anyway, I actually didn’t have enough peaches to make a double recipe, so I added a few nectarines and plums. Then I amused myself by putting all the peels and pits and other kitchen scraps onto a tray and bringing them out to the compost heap, which happens to be behind the pool, which happens to be where the kids were hanging out and brooding over the terrible fate of having to get out of the pool soon so we can get to Mass, and then not even eating supper until afterward, and they were so hungry! but wait! Here comes our mother with a serving tray piled high with snacks for us! Here she comes! But oh noooo, it’s actually just kitchen scraps for the compost heap! Ha ha, if only our mother understood how she looked with that tray, and how devastated we felt when we realized she wasn’t actually coming out with snacks for us!

Heh. heh. heh. heh. heh. If someone had told me how entertaining it would be to see your kids assuming you’re a complete moron and that you have no idea you appear this way in their eyes, I would not have believed you. I don’t even know why it’s so funny. I guess it’s because they’re not really wrong, but I am fifty years old and I just don’t care anymore. 

Oh, anyway, we had spaghetti and meatballs. A very pedestrian recipe, just ground beef, eggs, and basic seasonings, and I baked them in the oven. I omitted the bread crumbs and bulked up the meat with leftover rice and got no complaints. 

Clara had stopped by to pick up Benny and to drop off her car for Damien to work on, and she brought some nice baguettes from work, as you can see. 

FRIDAY
Tuna?

As I said, our plans have shifted many, many times in the last 24 hours. But either tonight or tomorrow, we’re going to see Benny and Clara in Alice In Wonderland, so that will be fun. Clara and her friends founded a little theater troupe, and they’ve put in SO much work making costumes and finding theater space and so on. I’m impressed! 

So I do now have giant marshmallows, two giant graham crackers, and a giant chocolate bar. (I made it by melting six bags of chocolate chips in a double boiler with two scoops of vegetable shortening whisked in to make it smoother and more stable, and then I poured it into a pan lined with parchment paper and put it in the freezer to set.) Obviously the world’s biggest s’mores will be happening at some point before vacation ends. It’s harder than you might imagine, finding time to make the world’s biggest s’mores! Or maybe you can imagine.  I really don’t know what you can imagine. 

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Beef marinade for fajita bowls enough for 6-7 lbs of beef – 1 cup lime juice – 1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce – 1/2 cup olive oil – 1 head garlic, crushed – 2 Tbsp cumin – 2 Tbsp chili powder – 1 Tbsp paprika – 2 tsp hot pepper flakes – 1 Tbsp salt – 2 tsp pepper – 1 bunch cilantro, chopped 1) Mix all ingredients together. 2) Pour over beef, sliced or unsliced, and marinate several hours. If the meat is sliced, pan fry. If not, cook in a 350 oven, uncovered, for about 40 minutes. I cook the meat in all the marinade and then use the excess as gravy.