What’s for supper? Vol. 438: Can you dig it?

Happy Friday! I hope you like hearing about digging! 

SATURDAY
Hamburgers, chips

On Saturday, my SISTER and three of her kids came for the weekend! We scheduled and then postponed this visit so many times, and I was delighted we finally managed it. Damien grilled burgers, and we made s’mores in the evening. Sonny made an absolute ape of himself, abasing her person before Sarah, who is one of his favorite people in the world. 

While I was out shopping in the morning, Damien was out in the woods trying to get the ducks to smarten up and run away from the hawk that may or may not be what’s been picking off our smaller ducks. I don’t really think it’s the blue heron that’s doing it, but we are in a drought, which means there are fewer ducks and frogs for everyone to eat, so who knows. (We have since bought one of those scary owl decoys, and it’s working so far?)

Anyway while he was out there, a baby squirrel fell out of a tree right at his feet. It had fur, but its eyes weren’t open yet. So he put it in a box and waited alll day for the mom to come back, and she didn’t. So I brought home some Pedialyte and some goat milk, and he warmed it up and fed the squirrel with a dropper. 

He put it to bed in our room wrapped in a t-shirt next to a sock full of rice that had been warmed in the microwave. I might as well tell you now that the squirrel did not make it through the night, but he go out with a full tummy and a warm, snuggly spot, and he must have just gone to sleep and not woken up. Tough world for little guys. 

Well. Anyway, in the evening, I started some vanilla ice cream. (Below is the recipe for strawberry ice cream, but just skip the strawberries, 1/4 cup sugar, and lemon juice, and make the “base.”)

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I made two batches at the same time, and you know what? It’s not silly having two ice cream makers! What’s silly is that they don’t make ice cream makers bigger. I suppose there might be some physics or thermodynamics problem I’m not taking into account, but I feel like American ingenuity ought to be able to solve the More Ice Cream Problem. Anyway, I see lots of ice cream makers in thrift stores, and it is always ice cream weather, all year long, so you know what to do. 

SUNDAY
Steak, corn, nectarine-rhubarb crisp with ice cream

Sunday after Mass it was perfect weather, so we went to the town pond, snacked on fruit, and tried out kayaking, which is new for my sister’s family. 

Lovely, wonderful afternoon altogether.

In the afternoon, the kids played Mysterium, and then Damien grilled some steaks, and I picked corn for the very first time. I was extremely proud of my corn!

It’s been hard to wait until the ears are fully formed, and a few of them could have benefitted from a few more days on the stalk

but most of them looked absolutely great. 

It’s pretty easy to find extremely fresh, local corn around here, so it wasn’t exactly a revelation to discover what it tasted like, but it was sweet and tender and juicy. Yay! I have one more round of corn that will be ready to pick in a week or so. Next year I’m going to plant a lot more corn. And a lot more potatoes! 

The steaks (actually a round eye roast cut into steaks) were most excellent. 

I had been planning baked potatoes, but I was so tired from kayaking that I skipped it, and along with dessert, there was plenty of food. What I made was a nectarine-rhubarb crisp, using the last of the rhubarb from the garden. I sorta kinda followed this recipe for peach-rhubarb crisp, but I think I left the skins on the nectarines, and I threw a few plums in there, and I topped it with a streusel made of a box of yellow cake mix scrunched into bits with a stick of melted butter, plus some oats mixed in.

I baked it in ramekins and topped it with the ice cream and fresh whipped cream. 

Not a great picture, but a lovely dessert, and HEFTY. We did not regret not having baked potatoes in our recent past at this point. 

On Sunday, the 31st of August, (in the morning! Before I ate enough for ten strong men!) I did the very last day of a thirty-day yoga challenge. I had missed one day when we went to the ocean, but doubled up the next day. And I don’t know if I’ve ever come closer to finishing up a thirty-day challenge of . . . anything. It’s a red letter day if I finish a novena, or heck, if I get to the end of a sentence without forgetting to

I was following this Alba Avella series, which is 20 minutes a day, and most days I added some weights training, because “bone density” has stopped being a phrase I’m able to tune out. September 1, I started a new challenge with Charlie Follows. This series is for “confident beginners and intermediate improvers,” but she also has easier and harder ones. I like her a lot, and it’s been fascinating to see how different yoga instructors (and fitness instructors in general) have their own style. This lady has a tendency to giggle when a pose feels weird, which I appreciate, and she has short legs like me, which is nice. (I do not resemble her in any other way.)

MONDAY
Leftovers

Monday we had our customary leftover nite, just shifted a bit, and somewhat fancier than usual because of steak!

I don’t know why I post pictures of leftover night. It always looks so gross, I don’t think I’ll convince anyone it’s a good practice to adopt. But in real life, it is! All day long, I think, “Ugh, I have to get supper going” and then I think, “No, I don’t!” And that is the most delicious food of all. Except maybe for food that someone else prepares entirely. 

TUESDAY
Sausage subs, garden skillet, raw vegetables and dip

Tuesday, fresh from my personal corn victory, I decided to see if I could make something else from the garden. There was some leftover corn, plenty of basil, some eggplants, and the garlic I grew. 

If anyone has tips for growing better garlic, I’m all ears. It tasted fine, but really all I did was put sprouting cloves of garlic in the ground, water it for months, and then dig up the exact same number of cloves of garlic. I think maybe one turned into two cloves of garlic. It did keep me entertained, but I’m having a hard time categorizing it as a successful crop!

Well, I cut the corn off the cob, peeled and diced the eggplant, minced the garlic, and chopped the basil, and I sauteed that in stages along with some diced onion 

and realized what I really needed was some tomatoes. The closest thing I had in the kitchen was some leftover spaghetti sauce, so I stirred that in, and a bunch of panko bread crumbs. I seasoned it and topped it with some fresh mozzarella. 

It turned out. . . . pretty goodish. 

I don’t really know what it was. A skillet, I guess. A bake. A sortatouille. I think with less corn and with fresh tomatoes, it would have been great! Anyway, it was something a little different, and I had fun using my garden produce. 

For the main, I fried up a bunch of Italian sausages, and some peppers and onions with salt and pepper, and we had subs. 

I also made a raw veggie platter with dip, which I have mostly been eating myself in the afternoons while I drive around. 

And here is the point in the week when my kids noticed with glee that it was ALL SANDWICHES FROM HERE ON OUT. 

WEDNESDAY
Chicken honey mustard ranch wraps; fruit platter

Wednesday I revisited the Amazing Hole I had started to dig a few weeks ago. The plan is a duck pond, and the only smart thing I did all day was decide not to lift weights before digging in the mud for two hours. No wait, two smart things: I considered taking my shoes off, because they kept getting stuck in the mud, and then I immediately dug this up:

So I decided to keep my shoes on! Smart. 

This is what it looked like when I started:

When I first started digging, the spot filled up with groundwater and the ducks were in HEAVEN. Then the entire region dried up, and you can see that the ducks kept visiting this spot, stomping around and wondering why it wasn’t any fun any more. 

Well, I dug and dug and dug and dug, and it didn’t look all that different when I was done, but I know I doubled the area and made half of it twice as deep, and trucked a lot of the soil up to the front of the house to fill in the spot where the porch used to be. I listened to the first episode about Mary, Queen of Scots from The Rest Is History podcast, and that helped quite a bit. 

The sandwich of the day was actually a wrap. I cooked some frozen chicken tenders and served them on tortillas with sliced tomatoes, lettuce, and some kind of fancy ranch dressing that was on clearance at Aldi. A surprisingly popular meal. I mean I thought it was delicious, but usually that’s a personal opinion that does not extend to the rest of the family. 

I have been doing a lot of fruit salads lately, so this time I shook things up and made a fruit PLATTER. 

Watermelon SPEARS, rather than slices or chunks, and two kinds of plums and a dragon fruit I bought on a whim. The green plums are Sierra Honey plums, and they were wonderful. They had a honey-nectar taste, but also some tartness, and the texture was crisp but juicy. Really nice. The dragon fruit was meh, but it sure was pretty. 

It was actually a really great meal. 

Or possibly I was starving from digging! But the kids liked it, too, and I assure you, they had not been doing manual labor all day. I ASSURE YOU. 

THURSDAY
Spicy chicken sandwiches with pepper and cheese, fries

Thursday I got my yoga in and had to do a bit of running around for the kids, and then I figured as long as I was out, I’d stop by and see if this sale from the local floral farm was really anything. WELL, they had perennials for $2 each! Uh, I bought sixteen. Lupines, hollyhocks, coneflowers, and bunch more. And I paid full price for an extraordinary blue and white African daisy, an annual in these parts.

This picture doens’t show how pretty the daisies are, but I really must wrap up this post at some point.

While listening to the crazy backstory to the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, I dug out the rest of the pond and hauled many, many loads of soil into the front yard. Damien put the pond liner on (it’s 10×10 and pretty much fits, which means I lucked out, because I didn’t measure anything!), and I carried four rocks up from the stream before I got super tired of carrying rocks. Picked up the kids, picked up some cheap topsoil from Home Depot to mix in, because the marsh soil is super dense and clay-y.

Supper came together pretty fast: This spicy chicken sandwich from Sip and Feast, which is mostly popular around here. I seasoned the boneless chicken thighs with Tony Cachere’s, then browned it slowly in oil.

(And we are now a single-pan family! I can’t believe it. Just seven of us at home, sometimes six.)

When it’s done, you take it out of the pan, top it with American cheese, and cover it so the cheese melts, and throw the shishito peppers in the hot pan to blister them up a bit. Serve on soft rolls with raw red onion and BBQ sauce, and oh, it is tasty. 

It was a very filling meal (I made french fries for a side), but it was cool and pleasant out and the neighbors were being quiet for once, so I pushed myself to find spots around the yard for all those perennials, and I added some used duck bedding and the topsoil to the beds in front of the house, and yeesh. 

It looks like a credit union or something, and I’m even gonna add some colored mulch, just to basic bitch it up.

It’s not bad, it’s just weirdly tidy. There are a lot of houses like that around here, very clearly IN PROGRESS. Maybe there are tarps flapping on the roof and a perfectly innocent collection of catalytic converters on the front porch right next to the deer skulls and the warning notice from the selectmen, but the fucken tomatoes are doing great.

(Obviously those are mainly annuals in this picture. The perennials are all things that should bloom next summer, so it’s an investment.) 

It rained last night, finally, and I already knew the pond hole I dug wasn’t level, so no surprises there. The pond is on a slope, which will help us when it’s time to drain and refill it. 

Dang, those ducks are lucky. This is going to be a wonderful spot. If I ever finish it. Which I will! If it kills me! Which it will. 

FRIDAY
Bagel, egg, cheese sandwiches, maybe oven fries

It’s after 1:00 and I am still in my nightgown. I guess I’m pretty lucky, too! Gonna do yoga and then get my ass to adoration, and I will pray for all of you.