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What’s for supper? Vol. 458: Eine Kleine Purse Broccoli

Happy Friday! It took me most of the morning to persuade my computer to turn on. But I DID persuade it, so I’ve got that going for me. Also, I slept extremely late, so I’ve got that going for me, too. But I slept late because it’s day 3 of a migraine, so I’ve got that going against me. Corrie is home sick, and we are watching Pingu. I truly can’t discern if that’s for me or against me. I like Pingu a lot, but it is LOUD. We’ll call it neither a win nor a lose, but a noot-noot, and get on with things.

Here’s what we ate this week:

SATURDAY
Leftovers

Regular shopping and chore day, nothing to report. My leftover buffet turned out pleasingly tidy.

I can feel my past self casting destitute eyes on all that parchment paper and just gazing with longing at such wanton luxury. Parchment paper is one of those things that, once I started using it, I can never go back. Parchment paper, Magic Eraser, ziplock bags, Swiffer, Scrub Daddy. I’ve been bashing myself a lot lately for how dirty I’d always kept my house in the past, and it just now occurred to me that it’s only recently we’ve had the budget for cleaning supplies like this. So I’ve been very hard on myself for not having kept things spic and span with the aid of a rag and some water. With twelve people in a then-650-square-foot house. Ah well. Sorry, past self.

(My house is still dirty, however. It’s just a mystery.)

SUNDAY
Roast lamb with yogurt sauce, Jerusalem salad, pita

Sunday I went a little crackerdog in a productive way for once, and did a large amount of cooking and baking. The first thing I made was a double batch of rugelach dough. It’s not really in season (more of a Chanukah thing), but on the other hand, it’s always a good time for rugelach. This was a “thank you” package for a Patreon donor.

AND HERE, I must pause and beg your pardon if you are a donor and I owe you a perk. I’m really sorry it’s gotten away from me so badly. Please, please, if I owe you something as a thank-you for your patronage, message or email me, remind me what it is, and give me your address! And I truly am sorry. I am a worm.

Anyway. Argh. So, here is the rugelach recipe. While that was chilling, I made six little Valentine’s mini cheesecakes, all of which sold, so that was nice.

Then I got some dough rising for pita for supper. I went to the Kitchn recipe, which I swear I’ve used before, but it felt unfamiliar, not sure why. Set that to rise and made a batch of yogurt sauce

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and discovered, to my sorrow, I had bought regular yogurt instead of Greek. At least it wasn’t vanilla, which I’ve also done, but the texture is just unsettling with the savory taste. Then I made a quick Jerusalem salad, which has different variations. This time I just did chopped tomato and cucumber, fresh lemon juice, parsley, a little olive oil, and salt and pepper.

And then I got the lamb in the oven! Well, first I googled whether it’s safe to eat lamb that has been in the freezer for . . . uhhhhh really quite a long time. Google said yeah whatever probably, kill all humans lol. So I went ahead and scored the meat and prepped it according to Tom Nichols’ grandmother’s incredibly easy and inexplicably delicious recipe.

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Got that in the oven. The kids were going to a movie, and Damien had to go to a retirement party, so we ate really early, which is something I always want to do anyway. My ideal meal schedule would be coffee around 9:30, lunch at 1:00, snack at 3:30, and dinner at 4:45. Alas, life is not like that. But Sunday it was pretty close!

Then I spent the afternoon rolling and baking rugelach. They turned out pretty cute!

By the time it was almost dinner, I was kind of tired of being in the kitchen, so while the lamb was resting, I opted to bake the pita all at once in the oven, rather than making them on the stovetop. To my delight, most of them actually puffed up and separated into two layers! Actual pita pockets!

They didn’t look like much (oven pita is paler than pan pita), but they were soft and pleasant, and you can’t beat fresh hot bread for dinner.

The lamb turned out excellent.

Juicy, tender, and full of flavor (and did not kill any humans). This is such a minimum effort, maximum results recipe. I served some crumbled feta, and it was a super yummy meal all around.

Poor Damien actually had to leave before dinner, but I think he ate when he got back in the evening. Benny and Corrie and I just hung out and played cards and watched TV. And that was Sunday.

MONDAY
Chicken caprese sandwiches chips

Monday I had signed up to give blood, and two neat things happened. One was that I passed the iron test, which I failed the last three times I tried to give blood. Two was that they tested my iron without me even noticing. I’m used to a finger stick test, but this time they did it with LASERS. It clips onto your thumb and I guess if you have enough red blood cells, it interrupts the laser? Or something? Anyway it was cool. And I was really happy about my iron levels. I have been eating fortified Cream of Wheat for lunch most days for months now, and I think that’s what did it. One of these days, I’m gonna get one of those iron fish to cook with, too.

When we got home, I cooked a bag of breaded chicken cutlets that has been haunting the freezer for some time. Served on baguettes with basil, tomatoes, mozzarella, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and salt and pepper.

And chips. Good stuff. The chicken is from Walmart, and I’ve found that their frozen chicken products that are breaded but uncooked are actually quite tasty, and they don’t take much longer than pre-cooked and frozen chicken.

TUESDAY
Beef and broccoli stir fry, rice, wontons

Tuesday was chock-a-block full of meetings and appointments and by the end of the day, I was feeling like something you find in the drain at the end of the day. I had bought a small hunk of beef a few weeks ago, so I made a rather lackluster stir fry. I had my doubts about the amount of beef, so I rummaged further in the freezer and found some wontons, I think from New Year’s Eve. I just cooked them in chicken broth. Went to cook some rice in the Instant Pot and remembered that the pot was frozen into a bank of snow because I’ve been using it as a duck waterer. So I had to cook it on the stove like a peasant.

So it was, yanno, food that was hot. It was fine. Kind of validating that, when I do go to the trouble to make my own sauce and broth, it really is a lot better.

WEDNESDAY
Omelettes, sausage, biscuits

Wednesday I finally yelled at myself to go to the doctor because, well, for the last five months, the left side of my face tingles and goes numb randomly throughout the day, but reliably between 6:30 and 7:30 P.M. There are a number of things that could be causing this, and I’m leaning toward perimenopause because why the hell not? But I am getting a brain MRI to rule out MS, which I really don’t think it is, but once someone suggests MS, you kinda have to either run away from home and live the rest of your life in a cave in Tenneseee, or go get a brain MRI. Then I had regular errands and we got home not terribly late, so I started the sausages cooking and then quickly made a batch (a SINGLE recipe. I had to halve my own recipe!) of biscuits. Here’s that recipe, which makes 20 biscuits.

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I’m gonna have to go through and downsize all my recipes, le sigh. Anyway, this is a nice, reliable recipe and the biscuits are light and fluffy inside, with a fragile, buttery crust on top.

It includes egg and cream of tartar, which sounds unnecessarily complicated, but it’s still very quick, and comes out rich and light.

While the biscuits were baking, I chopped up some ham and onions, shredded some cheese

and quickly turned out seven sloppy omelettes. I just cannot cook a tidy omelette to save my life.

Tasty, though.

I wish the ducks would start laying again! Last year, they had started laying at this point again already. Oh well. Like the old Polish saying goes, you can’t rush a duck.

THURSDAY
Hot dogs, spicy fries

And here is a picture of that!

A slightly more interesting picture is the one I took earlier in the day, headed out for afternoon driving, bound and determined to get healthier

It’s not stupid if it works.

FRIDAY
Pizza

Damien is covering adoration, and Corrie and I are now watching Milo and Otis. This movie really holds up! Delightful.

I guess the Super Bowl is this weekend. I was at a thrift store and decided not to buy a potato spiralizer, and I have no regrets about that. I can say this because I did make potato tornados for the Super Bowl one year, using various techniques, and let me tell you, the issue with that whole project was not my lack of a potato spiralizer. Leave them potatoes alone, is what I say. I couldn’t help but notice, though, that, on the same day as I made the potato tornados, I made some sausage rolls, and those look quite tasty. We shall see. I also saw a recipe for fried mac and cheese balls which is basically the ultimate Lucy Chow, so I may make that. Gotta make a few cheesecakes to sell this weekend.

But first, maybe a little purse broccoli. Just to balance things out.

Yogurt sauce

Ingredients

32 oz full fat Greek yogurt
5 cloves garlic, crushed
1/4 cup lemon juice
3 Tbsp olive oil
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
fresh parsley or dill, chopped (optional)

Instructions

Mix all ingredients together. Use for spreading on grilled meats, dipping pita or vegetables, etc.

Tom Nichols' Grandmother's Leg of Lamb

Ingredients

boneless leg of lamb
olive oil
garlic powder
garlic salt
oregano

Instructions

Preheat the oven to 325.
Slash the meat several times, about an inch deep.
Fill the cuts with plenty of garlic powder.
Slather olive oil all over the meat.
Crust it with garlic salt. Sprinkle with all the oregano you own.
Cover meat loosely with tinfoil and cook three hours. Uncover and cook for another 30 minutes.

5 from 1 vote

moron biscuits

Because I've been trying all my life to make nice biscuits and I was too much of a moron, until I discovered this recipe. It has egg and cream of tartar, which is weird, but they come out great every time. Flaky little crust, lovely, lofty insides, rich, buttery taste.

Ingredients

6 cups flour
6 Tbsp sugar
1 tsp salt
2 Tbsp + 2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp cream of tartar
1-1/2 cups (3 sticks) butter, chilled
2 eggs
2 cups milk

Instructions

Preheat oven to 450.
In a bowl, combine the flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, and cream of tartar.
Grate the chilled butter with a box grater into the dry ingredients.
Stir in the milk and egg and mix until just combined. Don't overwork it. It's fine to see little bits of butter.
On a floured surface, knead the dough 10-15 times. If it's very sticky, add a little flour.
With your hands, press the dough out until it's about an inch thick. Cut biscuits. Depending on the size, you can probably get 20 medium-sized biscuits with this recipe.
Grease a pan and bake for 10-15 minutes or until tops are golden brown.

The FYOOOTURE of this site and podcast

Maybe you noticed that I put some ads on this site. I want to know how that’s working out for you; and I want to know what you’d like to see and hear from my site and podcast in the future.

Why ads? This year, we’ll have two kids entering college and one going to kindergarten (which we pay for). These were foreseeable expenses, but then the family van suddenly succumbed a year ahead of my hopes. We haven’t visited or helped my parents, gone to Girl Scouts or other activities, or gone to our beloved new parish for many weeks, because we don’t trust the van to go — or, more importantly, to stop — when we want it to. We’re searching for a downsized replacement vehicle in our price range, and we’re hustling for more work; but it suddenly became clear that it was time to monetize the thing I already have established. So, ads!

Do I still need pledges? Oh, yes, please please. I’m immensely grateful for your support through Patreon, which made it possible to launch the site when I left Aleteia, and which has kept it going for six months now. (I haven’t forgotten that I owe many of you the promised perks for pledging. I have no excuse for dragging my feet on that, except that I have very large feet, and they are heavy.) Your pledges mean I can continue writing five days a week without worrying about being fired for, like, saying “balls.” I’m so grateful, and very much welcome your continued support.

Oh gosh, please, I don’t want to go back to cranking out SEO-optimized articles that aren’t designed to be read. The photo at the top, illustrating my creative process? I’m thrilled with that, as long the thing I’m writing with one hand isn’t twelve short essays about cigar wrappers.

Will the podcasts continue? In the words of Darth Vader: Nothing can stop that now. My husband and I have been producing weekly 25-minute podcasts which are available to patrons who pledge at any level, even $1 a month. They’re chatty, drinky, goofy, and non-political, and I read a poem at the end.

We’ve just upgraded our audio system, so we should sound less bottom-of-a-wellish starting this week. We’re also restructuring a bit. I’ll be returning to my original idea of doing interviews with guests once a month or so. I also want to have recurring features for me and Damien to cover. We have some ideas, but we nervously welcome suggestions. What would you like to hear?

Why this particular ad network? I chose Mediavine because they work to keep the site as uncluttered as possible, to load the ads sequentially so it’s not too slow, and to keep the content appropriate. So far, I’ve been happy with the results, and I hope you can read without disruptions, both on mobile and desktop. Please let me know if you are having any problems viewing the site, or if you see an ad that doesn’t belong.

Any other questions, suggestions, complaints, concerns, or offers for an all-inclusive package for a weekend at the beautiful, sun-drenched La Fiesta Americana Resort using the Hilton rewards I can’t seem to persuade you I don’t actually have? Hit me! Or just write me an email, sheesh.

Finally: Thank you. You guys are good friends.

Some things are hard to categorize

Hooray! I’ve just sent out my latest podcast to all my dear patrons, which includes anyone who has pledged anywhere from $1 to $100 of month to keep my daily blog and weekly podcast running. There are still plenty of open slots for the $500 level, if you were wondering. Valentine’s Day is coming, fellows.

Am I enjoying having my own blog? YES, I AM. There have been benefits and delights in working with each of my various employers over the last year, but I’m enjoying the heck out of writing what I want to write. I hope you are, too.

Here’s a few (not even all!) of the things I wrote in January, just for you:

I shared recipes for tiramisu and homemade ragu, and I shared a recipe for calzones and put forth the theory that food is magic;

I wrote an Amazon review for our mastiff;

I describe my experience with cognitive behavioral therapy and my experience of dragging a giant orange traffic cone all over the school parking lot;

I review a bunch of offbeat books for young adults and a bunch of top-notch TV shows for kids (and for their parents, too);

I rend my garments, or at least try;

I bared my horrible, horrible ceilings to the world, so the world would feel better;

I annoyed a lot of people by saying nice Catholic girls belonged at the Women’s March and pro-lifers have a lot in common with pro-choicers;

I went entirely around the bend, lost all credibility, went bonkers, showed my true colors, insulted the Jews, fomented hysteria and rebellion, and was a despicable slacktivist openly trolling for clicks and covertly begging for a mental health intervention by saying that Donald Trump is a dangerous man;

And of course I declared myself Evangelist to the Assholes.

And I shared a recipe for shakshuka.

In other words, it’s a blog about just about everything. I have no idea what I’m going to write about tomorrow, and neither do you. (That’s my excuse for using the picture of the wet, leftover rice labelled by a four-year-old, up top.)

You may not always agree with me, but I promise I will not bore you, and I promise I will not lie to you.

Also this month on this blog, I shared relevant posts from the past, and shared links to my new writing at The Catholic Weekly and The Catholic Herald UK. And it’s all free for you! Free and unfettered! No ads, no pop-ups, no autoplay music or videos, no subscription fees, no surveys, no paywalls, no cut-offs when you hit a certain number of views. That is not a bad deal, not at all, and I’d really like to keep it that way.

If you find yourself coming to my site a few times a week, or if I’ve made you giggle, think, lose sleep, choke on your soup, or write an angry letter to someone’s bishop, won’t you consider making a pledge so I can keep this blog as active as it is? I’m more than halfway to my goal, which is no random number, but a real reflection of the money I need to run the site and help my hard-working husband support our splendid little family of twelve.

Remember, all patrons receive access to my weekly podcast, which I usually record while drinking, and often record with my husband, who is also drinking. So if you wondered what I’ve been holding back when I write, this is how you find out. Cheers!

Podcast #4! S.C. Naoum of Eye of the Tiber refuses to swear in Aramaic

… but only because he’s self-conscious about his accent. We’ll get him next time.

I just sent out a Soundcloud link to all my lovely patrons, so you can hear my fourth podcast, a half-hour conversation with the comic genius S. C. Naoum, who created Eye of the Tiber and who still writes 95% of it. You can become a patron for as little as $1 a month, and I appreciate every single pledge.

I’m still experimenting with the best model to make this blog work. I would really love to keep posting five times a week, and to keep it free of ads. As you know, I also write for The Catholic Weekly, I freelance at various places, I do speaking engagements, and I’m about to re-launch my “Catholic Artist of the Month” feature at Aleteia; and I have another recurring project in the works for later this year.

Is that bringing in enough income? Nnnnnot yet!

This is the part where most bloggers will start calling you by affectionate nicknames, using lots of exclamation points, reminding you of how much super fun we’ve had over the years, and nodding and winking maniacally about how much super fun we will definitely continue to have, as long as you pledge at any point, such as now. FUN!

Maybe they will even laboriously put together “Top Ten Dank and Woke Reasons You Can’t and Won’t Even Bother to Consider Not Becoming a Patron of This Blog, As If!”

Instead, I’ll just share what really goes through my self-employed head:

11:40 on a Tuesday:

This is actually going really well. I am wise and prudent and enterprising, I know how to hustle, I have done my homework, and I really believe in this model of speaking to and working with my readers directly, eliminating irrelevant middlemen and fostering a true sense of community.

And as an added bonus which benefits everyone, never again will I have a perfectly good naughty pun neutered like a newt. Never again will I sit before my keyboard, locked into literary paralysis by the very real fear that, even though I said something good, true, and beautiful, it’s going to be misconstrued by someone who barely knows how to read but who is a giant donor to someone who is a medium-sized donor to someone who has influence over the person who signs my checks. Never again!

Yes, yes, I am seeing slow but steady growth, and I am striking a very good balance between gentle self-promotion and a liberating focus on my true vocation. Yes. This is my best year ever.

Five minutes later:

Fuckity fuckty fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t working, this isn’t working. Can I use my van to drive for Uber? [hurriedly Googles “sell kidney southern NH how much”] THIS ISN’T WORKING. The only thing I can do is ask for more money, and the more I do that, the more everyone hates me. I hate me. It’s only a matter of time before they kick me off the internet, and the only thing people will remember of me is that some lady named Cynthia got in a fight with Tito Edwards over a potato, and then everyone stopped believing in blogs. It’s over. It’s over. I’m done.

Three minutes later:

OH, somebody pledged a dollar! This is really, really working! I’M A GOLDEN GOD!

And so on.

So here’s my appeal to you:

I’m a pretty okay writer, right? I feel like I am. So, can you send me some money, please? I promise I’m using it mainly to pay very boring bills, and the occasional bottle of kangaroo wine. Did I mention that the van needs brakes, the washing machine is making a whole new squawking noise, and we have two kids starting college in the Fall? And the rest of them keep eating and eating and eating?

If you pledge, not only will you stave off my nervous breakdown, but you will also get access to weekly podcasts, and I’m also offering various other perks as thank-yous: Pants Pass decals, Dignaroos, autographed books, and others. Please check it out and pass it on!

That’s all I got. Thank you.
P.S. You’re a golden god. You are.

My interview with S. C. Naoum of EYE OF THE TIBER

. . . will be my next podcast, which comes out next week! Eeee, I’m so excited! No website more consistently cracks me up than Eye of the Tiber (“Breaking Catholic news so you don’t have to”), and it’s been getting funnier over the years.

Example from the latest edition:

What The Hell Kinda Name Is ‘Marcial Maciel,’ Anyway, New Study Asks

“We ask a few questions in the survey,” the congregation’s de facto superior Cardinal Velasio de Paolis told the press. “We first ask, what the hell kinda name is ‘Marcial?’ Second, we ask what the hell kinda last name is ‘Maciel?’ Third, we ask how the apostolate can redefine their charism. And finally, we ask how in the living hell you have the last name of ‘Maciel,’ and choose to name your son ‘Marcial?’” Experts say that these are all imperative questions to reflect upon for the new leadership.

Oh, my gosh. Don’t you feel better about eleven different things now? And I’m not gonna lie, I was already a fan of EOTT before they came out with “Newspaper Fires Staff Writers Amid Allegations They Had Opinions, ” but now I’m a superfan.

So HOW, you ask, can you hear this fabulous podcast with the fabulous S.C. Naoum, who’s recently released his first book? C’est so easy. You simply become a patron of this blog through Patreon. You can pledge any amount a month, even a dollar, and I’ll send you a private link to my weekly podcast. There are also other, ridiculous perks you can earn in return for pledges at various amounts. I’ve been doing the podcast with my very patient husband, but I’ll be adding in more guests as I find my feet in this new medium.

This blog is entirely independent, which means that nobody tells me what to say or what not to say . . . and nobody writes me a check, either. I’d love to keep this site uncluttered and ad-free with the help of readers. Please do consider pledging. A dollar a month is wonderful. Two or three dollars is wonderful. Five is excellent. Ten is stupendous. And so on!

Yesterday’s podcast, creatively titled “Podcast #3,” included absolutely zero mentions of YELLOW JOURNALISM (except for the part where we pledged not to talk about it), but we did discuss parthenogenesis and whether or not the alternative would make Jesus His own grandpaw; whether or not a new model of the causes of addiction (“it’s the cage, not the rat”) seems true, based on Damien’s decade of experience as a crime reporter; which is better, the Roman Catholic Banjo Mass or eating as much lamb as possible at the Greek Orthodox festival; and the opposite of Ernest Borgnine. I also attempt to class up the joint by reading “Marginalia” by Richard Wilbur, with some help from Corrie, even though I TOLD them to keep her out.

Any questions for S.C. Naoum? Post ’em here, and I’ll see if I can work them into the interview. Remember, you can pledge as little as a dollar a month to get access to the weekly podcast.

Patreon! My podcast! And dignity. Always dignity.

My husband says that I have many skills, but self-promotion is not one of them.

He is correct.

Here are two things that I haven’t been able to bring myself to tell you about, even though I’m hoping they will, you know, succeed and make me money or whatever.

FIRST THING: I have a podcast. Damien and I have been doing 27-minute* podcasts which do not at all labor under that awful burden of too much polish. Nope, I will never ever say “Wypchać się sianem!” Nor will I overproduce, overthink, or over-prepare for one of these podcasts. Last time, for instance, we explained what not to do about ice dams on your roof, we accused each other of various misdeeds with soup, and I praised Mariah Carey’s beautiful tush.

HOW can you hear this amazing podcast? You can become a patron through Patreon. That’s SECOND THING.

As you can see, this blog does not have any ads on it. This provides a beautiful, uncluttered reading experience. It also keeps my bank account from becoming cluttered with money. In the interest of feng shui, I’d like to balance out the zero advertising dollars with dollars coming in from somewhere else, because of my wretched attachment to things like groceries and electricity.

This site will always be free to read. With Patreon, ~~masochists~~ readers can keep it going by, well, sending me money; and as a thank-you, I send various perks.

Here’s how that works:

If you sign up to pledge a dollar a month — A DOLLAR A MONTH! — you get access to my podcast. (I originally set the podcast pledge level at $5, but those four extra dollars have been haunting me, so $1 it is. If you pledged $5 to get the podcast and want to change your pledge to $1 now, I won’t be offended.) (See above: Not great at self-promotion.)

Here’s my Patreon pledge structure:

$1 monthly pledge makes you a Fisher of Pants (an actual phrase someone typed into Google and then ended up at my blog) and gives you access to the podcast. Every week, I’ll email you a private Soundcloud link so you can download it and listen at your leisure.

Any additional pledge earns you the podcast and also . . .

$5 monthly makes you a Little Two-Legs, and I’ll send you a Pants Pass decal.

$10 ??? Still looking for ideas. I’ve rearranged this perk structure so many times, I think I’m going to throw up, so I’m just going to leave it like this because I’m dying here.

$50 monthly makes you a Heretical Hosebeast, and gets you an autographed copy of my book, The Sinner’s Guide to NFP, OR an autographed copy of one of the other books to which I’ve contributed: Style, Sex, and Substance and Catholic and Married: Leaning Into Love.

$75 makes you a Defender of Dignity and earns you a pair of Dignaroos, which I still think is funny, even if no one else does.

$100 patrons are Actual Patrons, and I will contribute an additional $100 yearly to our partnered family in India through our favorite charity, Save a Family Plan. Hooray, I’m useful!

And finally, for $500, you can call yourself a Mensch, and I’ll mail you a nice batch homemade rugelach. Your choice, cherry or apricot, with nuts or without.

Okay, phew.

To all the amazing folks who went ahead and pledged even before I got my act together enough to tell anyone about it, thank you so much. It was enormously encouraging to me as I made the leap to an independent site, and I appreciate it so much!

To everyone else, please consider making a pledge so I can keep churning out this nonsense. And whether you pledge or not, please share this post, especially with your rich friends.

Thank you. From the bottom of Mariah Carey’s beautiful tush, thank you.

*I don’t know why.