What’s for supper? Vol. 485: Rusty dipthongs and greasy ennui. And guacamole!

Happy Friday! One must imagine Simcha saying something poignant here, something amusing and a little bit weird, making a captivating opening for this week’s food post. Then she will say something like: Here’s what we ate this week!

Oh, here is a picture of the “four to six quarts” of grape juice I expected to get out of the grapes I processed last week. About half a gallon. Thanks a lot, Obama. 

Anyway, I made grape juice, which makes Corrie happy. 

I will say that the tiramisu cake I made for Clara turned out well! I was following the Betty Crocker recipe but wanted a round cake I could serve without a baking dish, so I made it in a springform pan, used some of the ladyfingers to make a fence around the outside, and added gelatin to the top layer of egg white as I whipped it, so I could pipe it on top and it would keep its shape. I skipped the cocoa (because we were out and I had already sent Sophia to the store twice); and I added sugared raspberries and a dust of edible gold powder. And it was lovely!

I refrigerated it for nearly 24 hours before serving, it, and it held up great.

I’m really glad to know that the gelatin thing works for keeping piped whipped cream in shape. Will be VERY handy if I sell pies for Thanksgiving again this year. 

I wrote up all the adjustments I made into a recipe card, which may or may not be coherent, but it sure is long. 

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I don’t think I included the directions for sugared raspberries, but you just whip up some egg whites until they are foamy, brush them on dry raspberries with a pastry brush, roll the raspberries in sugar, and let them dry for several hours. They get a little sweet, crackly crust, and they are sparkly. Very nice dessert accent. My general advice is to make at least twice as many as you need, because about half of them get weepy and don’t look great. 

SATURDAY
Leftover delite and ??

Saturday, Damien did part of the shopping and I splurged on an Instacart order for the rest. I think the chosen frozen food was loaded potato skins. 

 

SUNDAY
Grilled cheese, sorta caprese pasta salad

Sunday, half of us were felled by some respiratory virus going around. Corrie came into my room to languish with me, and she got bored pretty fast, but didn’t like any of the activities I suggested . . . until I offered to teach her how to write phonetically in ancient Greek. Eleven is the PERFECT age for this kind of thing. She loves codes and secret languages, and she’s smart as heck, so off she went. I wonder if I still have my old Luschnig workbook hanging around somewhere! My dipthongs are rusty. 

In the afternoon, I sent her out to pick a bunch of basil, and made a simple pasta salad. I had replenished my rennet supply and briefly considered making some mozzarella skulls, but that seemed like a bridge too far, so it was just pasta, chopped tomatoes, basil, lots of olive oil, some red wine vinegar, kosher salt, pepper, and fresh garlic. 

Always popular. 

The main dish was supposed to be grilled ham and cheese, but the ham had vanished without a trace, and I’m still very much in “okay I have five energy and I used up four of them just getting into the kitchen” territory, so I didn’t look too hard. Made a bunch of grilled cheese and that was that. 

The kids remembered we had refrigerator pickles, so that was a little perk. 

If your pickles don’t look like they were violently captured from a bog, what are you even doing? 

MONDAY
Buffalo chicken wraps, chips

Monday, Damien once again drove me to Lebanon for a neurology visit! This is the final in-person post surgery visit I should need, and she doctor said it looks like healing is going great. My incision looks good, the ridges and divots in my head are normal, I could cancel the upcoming MRI and just schedule one for six months from now, and best of all, I could start weaning off Keppra, which is the anti-seizure medicine which has been keeping me stoopid and wobbly. AND, the pathology report says it was definitively a benign tumor. (I figured it must be, since they always give you bad news fast; but it was nice to hear officially!)

Oh, and she said I could start taking ibuprofen again, which was great. I really missed ibuprofen. Mainly because my body shrimply does not care if we are nearly 52 years old and recovering from a craniotomy; we are still going to keep on cycling, cycling, and cycling, until the ennnnnd of the world. But at least now we have ibuprofen again. 

Got back in town around 5, picked up the kids, and had buffalo chicken wraps for supper. We have been abstaining from lettuce and fresh herbs all this time, for fear of cyclosporiasis, but, feeling reckless and celebratory, I put lettuce on my wraps. So it was frozen buffalo chicken tenders, lettuce, tomato, shredded pepper jack cheese, and blue cheese dressing. 

And nobody died of the shits! The kids had chips, but I am once again making an effort to Stop Being So Fat, so I skipped the chips. I spent a whole month hardly eating anything but soup, so I should actually be incredibly thin by now, but I refer you to the fact that I’m almost 52 and my body is really dumb. Anyway, I skipped the chips. 

Also, I cleaned the kitchen! Monday is my day to clean the kitchen, and I hadn’t done so for quite some time. Felt great. 

TUESDAY
Chili verde, rice, guacamole and chips

On Tuesday afternoon, I convinced Damien that, because I was weaning off Keppra, I could drive again, so I drove to pick up the kids while he chaperoned. And it went great, until we got home and it was time to park, and I hit Sophia’s car. Then later he told me the rest of the driving was also not as great as I thought, and he took the keys back again. DAMMIT. Slow breathing, patience, grouse grouse grouse. We can try again when the Keppra is all out of my system, next week. 

Anyway, I made some chili verde. Part of why I don’t like Instacart shopping is because you can’t really pick the meat, and I guess I ordered pork chops, rather than a loin or a shoulder or something. So I ended up cutting the meat off the bone and, predictably, it was a little tougher than you really want the pork to be for a chili, but whatever. It tasted fine. Here’s my recipe.

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I also made some guacamole, and I kept seeing this video where this woman says everyone misunderstands guacamole, mashing the avocados and then adding stuff to it. Indeed, that is how I do it. Instead, she says you should crush up all the non-avocado ingredients, and then add chopped avocados into that. Actually, I didn’t watch the video. I don’t know what she said. 

Nevertheless, I went ahead and tried what I imagined the video said. I was too sleepy to use a mortar and pestle, so I just threw the onions, garlic, cilantro, and jalapeño into the food processor with a little olive oil to help things along

and then I chopped 3-4 avocados and mixed it together, along with salt, pepper, and lime juice. 

Tasted good to me! It wasn’t necessarily better or worse than the way I usually do it, but it was good. Maybe someday I’ll even watch the video. 

I had my chili over rice with sour cream, more cilantro, and a lime wedge, and it was a yummy meal. 

I sure missed cilantro! I missed chips, too. (Gloomily counted out exactly seven, which is apparently one serving.) I’m starting to get more feeling back in my mouth, so this was a careful experiment as I refamiliarize myself with the left half of my head. 

WEDNESDAY
Pizza

Wednesday I sulked my way through a bunch of paperwork that I was pretty sure I had already submitted, but who knows. Made three pizzas, one pepperoni, one olive, and one cheese. And that really is too much pizza for our family size! I forgot how few we are these days, alas. 

THURSDAY
Ina Garten’s roast chicken; brussels sprouts and butternut squash

We had this same chicken recipe last week, but la creativity, she is at an all-time low. It’s easy and relatively popular and cheap, so that’s what we went with. Garlic and lemons, salt and pepper inside; butter, salt, and pepper outside, and the chicken roasts on top of a layer of carrots and onions. I skipped the thyme. 

I had some butternut squash and brussels sprouts, too, so I roasted them in a separate pan with olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and a little honey, and then got involved with helping Irene edit a scholarship essay and burned the hell out of the vegetables, oh well. The chicken was good! 

Good essay, too. Somebody give that kid $60,000 stat!

I also got a wild hare and sorta kinda fixed the dining room storage bench, which fell apart a few weeks ago and has been sitting there with its guts hanging out, collecting candy wrappers and used tissues and generalized greasy ennui. I did a truly terrible job, and I will definitely need to redo it later, but I did use a power drill without killing myself, so that counts for something. And you can sit on the bench again, so there.

I’m sorry to be so whiny, I am just SO TIRED OF NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING OR GO ANYWHERE OR GET ANYTHING DONE. Bah. Bah, I tell you! Bah, and boo. 

FRIDAY
Spaghetti

Just regular old, begular old spaghetti. This weekend, I am hoping to dig up the potatoes I grew, and maybe get some marigold, cosmos, and sunflower seeds collected. I guess the pumpkins are probably as big as they’re going to get (not very big; something went wrong right after they fruited), so we might as well pick those, too. I just let the unpicked corn languish, so I guess they are fancy bird feeders now. Oh well.

I was extremely holy for a while there, and was offering stuff up left and right, but now I’ve reverted to just whining. As you may have noticed.

Anyway, excelsior, or whatever. Damien actually won another journalism award! He is having quite a year. I regretfully told him I didn’t think I could come see him get it, because being in the car is just too hard. But hooray for awards! He should win an award for putting up with all my complaining, honestly.

And so should all of you. 

Spicy Chili Verde

You can decrease the heat by seeding the peppers, using fewer habañeros, or substituting some milder pepper. It does get less spicy as it cooks, so don't be alarmed if you make the salsa and it's overwhelming!

Ingredients

  • 5 lbs pork shoulder
  • salt and pepper
  • oil for cooking
  • 2 cups chicken broth or beer (optional)

For the salsa verde:

  • 4 Anaheim peppers
  • 2 habañero peppers
  • 4 jalapeño peppers
  • 4 medium onions, quartered
  • 12 tomatillos
  • 1 head garlic, cloves peeled or unpeeled
  • 1 bunch cilantro

For serving:

  • lime wedges
  • sour cream
  • additional cilantro for topping

Instructions

  1. Preheat the broiler.

  2. Pull the husks and stems off the tomatillos and rinse them. Cut the ends off all the peppers. Grease a large pan and put the tomatillos, peppers, and onions on it. Broil five minutes, turn, and broil five minutes more, until they are slightly charred.

  3. When they are cool enough to handle, you can at this point remove the seeds from the peppers to decrease the spiciness, if you want. If you roasted the garlic in its peel, just squeeze the insides out and discard the peels.

  4. Put the tomatillos, peppers, garlic and onions in a food processor or blender with the garlic and cilantro. Purée.

  5. In a heavy pot, heat some oil. Salt and pepper the pork chunks and brown them in the oil. You will need to do it in batches so the pork has enough room and browns, rather than simmering.

  6. When all the meat is browned, return it all to the pot and add the puréed ingredients.

  7. Simmer at a low heat for at least three hours until the meat is tender. If you want thinner chili verde, stir in the chicken broth or beer. If you don't want the pork in large chunks, press the meat with the back of a spoon to make it collapse into shreds.

  8. Spoon the chili verde into bowls, squeeze some lime juice over the top, and top with sour cream and fresh cilantro.

tiramisu cake

This is a large, festive cake that yields 12-14 generous slices. Traditionally, it would have rum or amaretto mixed into the espresso, and cocoa powder sifted over the top (or shaved chocolate). I skip both of these, and it's still spectacular; but feel free to add them back in.

Tiramisu needs at least four to six hours to chill and for the flavor to develop and for the ladyfingers to soften. If you're going to eat it within this time frame, you can save yourself some trouble and construct and serve it inside a rectangular baking dish, which is easier, if less decorative. If you want a round tiramisu cake that can be served on its own with a decorative, piped top, you will need to let it chill at least overnight to hold together, and you will need to add gelatin to the top layer of whipped cream to stabilize the piping.

Ingredients

  • 12 egg yolks
  • 1-1/2 cups sugar
  • 1-1/3 cups milk
  • 2 lbs mascarpone at room temperature
  • 1-1/2 cups heavy cream
  • 2+2 tsp vanilla extract and/or almond extract
  • 1/2 cup espresso, chilled
  • 14 oz ladyfingers
  • 1-1/2 tsp unflavored gelatin powder (optional, for stabilizing whipped cream)

Instructions

  1. In a mug or small bowl, mix together the espresso, the first 2 tsp of vanilla/almond extract (and rum or amaretto, if you're using it). Set aside.

  2. In a heavy pot, whisk together the egg yolks and sugar. Whisk in the milk. Heat up at medium, whisking constantly, until mixture begins to boil. Turn heat to low and continue whisking for two minutes.

  3. Remove from heat, pour the egg mixture into a bowl, cover with plastic wrap so wrap comes into direct contact with the mixture. Chill for an hour or more, until it is thoroughly cool.

  4. While this mixture is chilling, also chill a mixing bowl in preparation for whipping.

  5. When the egg mixture is cool, add mascarpone and beat with an electric mixer on medium until it is smooth.

  6. HERE YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS!

    If you are planning to serve the tiramisu in a few hours, I recommend constructing the tiramisu in six layers (ladyfingers, custard, whipped cream, ladyfingers, custard, whipped cream) and constructing and serving it still inside its dish

    If you are planning to serve it the next day, the additional chilling time will let you make it in a springform pan with a "fence" of ladyfingers around the outside to hold it together; but you will need to stabilize the top layer of whipped cream so it holds it shape overnight.

  7. IN-DISH OPTION: If you are making a tiramisu that will stay inside its dish, whip all the heavy cream with the remaining vanilla extract until it is stiff.

  8. IN-DISH OPTION: Using a pastry brush, brush both sides of each ladyfinger with the espresso mixture and arrange them in a layer to cover the bottom of the ungreased dish. Then spread half the egg mixture over that, then half the whipped cream over that. Repeat with a second layer of ladyfingers, egg mixture, and whipped cream. (If you are sifting cocoa over the top, do that now.)

    Refrigerate tiramisu at least four hours before serving, to give the ladyfingers time to soften.

  9. SPRINGFORM PAN OPTION: If you are making a tiramisu that will stand on its own outside a pan, whip 2/3 of the whipped cream and the remaining vanilla until it is still.

  10. SPRINGFORM PAN OPTION: Using a pastry brush, brush both sides of each ladyfinger with the espresso mixture and arrange them in a layer to cover the bottom of the ungreased springform pan. (It's hard to make it come out even because it's round, but that's okay!) Then break about half of the remaining ladyfingers in half and arrange them upright around the inside of the pan, making a kind of picket fence.

  11. SPRINGFORM PAN OPTION: Spread half the egg mixture over the ladyfingers, then spread the stiff whipped cream over that. Then arrange the remaining ladyfingers over the whipped cream, and spread the remaining egg mixture over that.

  12. SPRINGFORM PAN OPTION: To stabilize the remaining whipped cream, sprinkle the gelatin powder over 2 tablespoons of water in a mug, and let it stand for 3 minutes. Then microwave it for five seconds, mix it, and microwave it again for five seconds. Repeat until the gelatin is dissolved and the mixture is smooth.

    Start whipping the remaining cream and vanilla/almond extract in an electric mixer on slow. Increase the speed to medium, and when it begins to get bubbly, slowly pour in the gelatin mixture. Then increase the speed to high until stiff peaks form. Using a star or flower nozzle, pipe the stabilized whipped cream onto the top of the tiramisu. If you are sifting cocoa over the tiramisu, do that now. Refrigerate up to 24 hours before serving.

  13. SPRINGFORM PAN OPTION: Carefully unclamp and remove pan side before serving.

    In this photo, I have added sugared raspberries and a light dusting of edible gold dust along with birthday candles.

What’s for supper? Vol. 484: It finally happened, I used up all my words writing and now I can’t think of a title

Hola, amigos. I know it’s been a long time since I rapped at ya. (And now ends the part of this post where I find out how old you guys are.)

Happy Friday! Coming up to five weeks post surgery, I am still doing VERY LITTLE INDEED. Lots of naps, lots of lurking about, lots of soup. Damien has been doing an absolutely phenomenal job of not only taking care of all the kids and all the household stuff and appointments and driving and also doing his actual job, but also constantly reassuring me that I’m not being lazy or crazy or malingering or anything, and the whole craniotomy thing really was a big deal, and it really is my job to rest, rest, rest. So that is what I’m doing. 

However! I am also very gently working toward Doing A Few Things. This week, I started cooking again, and although Damien (along with some of the incredibly generous staff at our kid’s school!) was keeping everyone very well fed, it feels pretty great to be back in the kitchen, wrecking the place up.

SATURDAY
Awards dinner!

Wait, I’m confused. The awards dinner was on Friday. Well anyway, on Friday afternoon, Damien and I drove down to Boston where he received the Freedom of Information award from New England First Amendment Coalition. It was a truly wonderful event. Incredibly, Damien was introduced by Diane Foley, the mother of journalist James Foley who was beheaded by ISIS, and she and her husband were so warm and gracious. Kind, friendly, intelligent, sincere people everywhere, delicious food, wonderful venue. We were at the Commonwealth Hotel, right across from Fenway Park.

And it was a lovely night! Here’s a few pictures. 


Saturday morning, it seemed like a shame not to go do fun Boston things while we were in Boston, but I was truly a blob of glup and had a hard time even sitting up to drink my coffee, yeesh. So we made a quick stop to see Clara and Wesley on the way home and then went home, and I spent the rest of the day just blobbing gluppily at home. I think we had leftovers and pizza pockets for supper. 

SUNDAY
Brats, french fries, peach cobbler

Sunday I did get to Mass, and it was much easier than the previous week. I am less paranoid that someone is going to leap out of the bushes and whack me in the head with a hammer. Damien did the week’s shopping, and I took a nap and then picked some peaches and made a very basic peach crumble for an afternoon snack. 

I can’t find the recipe I used, but I remember messing with it anyway. Probably I used corn starch, sugar, a little salt, cinnamon, and butter, and mixed that up with the sliced peaches (skin on). I topped it with a box of cake mix mixed with cinnamon and scrunched up into clumps with melted butter. Baked at whatever until the top was slightly browned and the filling was bubbling. 

Would have been great with ice cream or whipped cream, but an unexpected warm dessert in the middle of the day was well received (declared by the kids to be yum dot com).

I also had a moment of satisfaction because the household has been getting along ALARMINGLY well without me. But when I went to get some butter for the streusel, I found this:

Turns out I was the one keeping the butter situation around here reasonable. Me!! I’m useful after all!!!

MONDAY
Ina Garten’s roast chicken with carrots and potatoes

Monday I got tired of worrying about the carrots I never dug up, and went outside to see what was going on. I discovered that something (probably some combination of wild animals and feral Corrie) had already dug up most of them. So I got what was left, and fetched a few heads of garlic from my drying corner. 

I washed and trimmed all the carrots except for these two, who already had other plans. 

This is the roast chicken recipe. I had dried thyme instead of fresh, and no fennel, and I threw in a pound or so of little red potatoes. It’s SO EASY and it takes literally 15 minutes to throw together, and it always turns out absolutely juicy and delicious, with a tasty, crackling skin, and you don’t have to baste it or flip it or anything. 

I was a little miffed that I hadn’t thought to get some nice crusty bread to sop up the splendid lemony garlicky juices,

but it was still great. And now I did something about the damn carrots. 

TUESDAY
Chicken cheesesteak sandwiches and chips

Tuesday I took care of another thing that’s been nagging at me: I made two big jars of pickles. Just cucumbers from the store, since my cucumber garden was a bust; but I had stuffed the last of the dill from my garden into a jar of vinegar, and it was just sitting there daring me to forget about it. This is basically the recipe I used, except I fiddled with it a bit, and added peppercorns, bumped up a lot of the spices, couldn’t find coriander seeds, forgot to heat it up, and couldn’t find the kosher salt, so I used table salt. 

I haven’t tasted these pickles yet, but the kids told me (about 48 hours after I made them) that they are slightly mushy, but tasty. Good enough for me. 

For supper, I picked the chicken off the carcasses and shredded it in the stand mixer with a little Tony Cachere’s. I was sort of following this recipe from Sip and Feast, except for the seasoning, and also I used American cheese. He has you cook the peppers, then take them out of the pan and cook then onions, then add the chicken, and then melt cheese onto the chicken and onions. Then you melt more cheese on top of it, scoop it onto rolls, and add the peppers. 

I opted to just do one dose of cheese per serving

and I had mine with BBQ sauce. 

I thought it was totally delicious. I think about half the family liked it, which is a pretty good score. It’s nice to have a new idea for leftover chicken, anyway! 

WEDNESDAY
Whatever

On Tuesday I heard a cheerful chirping noise, and looked out my window to see Corrie clambering around picking grapes and singing. (Singing a violent parody of “Frosty the Snowman,” if you must know.) She has been steadily working her way through the first batch of grape juice we made the other week, and wanted more, so she went ahead and picked about a bushel of grapes. Her enthusiasm lasted right up until the moment I suggested she help me sort them, and then grape juice suddenly appeared overrated. WHICH I GET. 

On Wednesday, Damien, that lucky man, got to drive to Boston again after school, to bring Lucy and Irene to a Brandon Flower concert. Moe and Sophia were at work, so that just left me, Corrie, and Benny at home for dinner. We had french toast and boxaroni, and then Sophia got home and took Benny and Corrie out to the movies.

And so I found myself ALONE. Which VERY rarely happens. So I dragged the bucket of grapes into the living room, put on some disposable gloves, opened a can of diet ginger ale, and slowly, slowly sorted grapes while watching Best In Show and then an episode of “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” Sometimes it’s a little startling to be by yourself, to be able to do whatever you want, and then your heart’s desire turns out to be a little weird. Anyway, I got the grapes sorted. 

THURSDAY
Meatloaf and rice

Thursday I got started on Clara’s birthday tiramisu! Usually Damien is the tiramisu guy around here, but it turns out I really can do kitchen stuff, as long as I allow myself three times the normal amount of time. I more or less followed the Betty Crocker recipe, except I realized we were out of eggs, went to collect eggs from the duck house, and then realized the water was off in the house, and sent Sophia to the store for eggs from the clean world. I also skipped the rum, ran out of vanilla, supplemented it with almond extract, and made a double recipe, and I decided to fit it into a large springform pan, with a little fence of ladyfingers around the outside, rather than serving it still in its glass dish. 

I have no idea if this will hold up to having the side removed, but I guess we’ll find out! I wanted to make it fancy, because we’re celebrating Clara’s birthday, but of course the whipped cream tends to deflate over time. So I did the inside layer with regular whipped cream (it’s ladyfingers, custard, whipped cream, ladyfingers, custard, whipped cream), but then I took the rest and did the thing where you bloom a little gelatin and then add that to the cream as you whip it, and I piped that over the top. 

Actually, what I did was whip the cream, realize it would fall apart overnight, mix up some gelatin with a random amount of hot water, and add that to the already whipped cream, which of course resulted in some horrible buttery rubber cream curds. So I threw that out, gave myself a stern talking to, found some more cream, found my reading glasses, and very carefully followed the actual instructions, and then piped it on. 

Yes, that’s the same picture, but I’m not lying this time. 

I also made a batch of sugared raspberries. You find the firmest raspberries and brush them with foamy egg whites using a pastry brush. I think last time I made these (for my raspberry lemon pavlova birthday bombs), I just brushed them with egg white that I had rustled up a bit with a fork, but this time I really whipped them and just brushed the foam on. Then you carefully roll the berries in sugar (supposed to be sanding sugar, but I never have that in the house) and set them to dry overnight.

It’s not difficult, but you can’t really do it quickly. (Believe me, I tried every dumb idea.)  A few of them are a little weepy this morning, but who among us. They turn out with this lovely, fragile, crackly sweet shell. And again. Who among us. 

While I was preparing the raspberries, I asked the kids if there were any wild blackberries left in the yard (there were not), and then I was musing about maybe buying some cultivated thornless blackberry bushes in the spring, so we could enjoy the sweet juiciness of the fruit without having to deal with the thorns. Well, they were unanimously appalled, and felt strongly that getting torn up a little bit was an indispensable part of the experience, and made the berries even sweeter. Which just goes to show: They certainly are my kids. 

So my plan is to dust the top of the tiramisu with cocoa powder to bring out the piping, if any, and then add in the raspberries in between, and maybe some fresh mint leaves. Won’t that be pretty? And if it collapses when I take the side of the pan off, at least it will be yummy, because I did NOT burn it. (This is a big deal, as I’ve been burning EVERYTHING lately.)

Oh anyway, after I got this squared away, I made a couple of big meatloaves. Here is my recipe,

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which is honestly nothing special, but we haven’t had meatloaf for a while, and it’s pretty popular. I couldn’t find the worcestershire, so I added some soy sauce. And yes, I slathered on plenty of ketchup as the good Lord intended. 

I forgot to take the soy sauce into account when I was adding the salt, and it was PRETTY SALTY, but no one complained. Made a big pot of plain rice in the Instant Pot and it was a perfectly fine supper for a chilly day. 

Damien, luckiest of men, spent much of his day repairing the water heater (which is why we didn’t have water earlier). The lurkworm showers were kind of annoying in the summer, but now that it’s getting into the 40’s at night, we’re all pretty happy about hot showers again! The man can fix just about anything. 

FRIDAY
Pizza and tiramisu

Clara and Wesley are coming over, and I believe they are bringing pizza.

OH. And I mentioned this on Facebook, but not yet here, so I am EXTREMELY HAPPY TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE ENGAGED. I love these two so much, and I’m so glad they found each other. 

What a month it has been! My goodness. My goodness. I am slowly making some headway into writing thank-you notes to all the wonderful people who pitched in. It was so immensely helpful not to be freaking out about money while I was (am) recuperating. 

I did get some grape juice going, finally. Once you sort the grapes, the rest is so easy. You just mash them up a bit, bring it to a simmer and let it simmer for ten minutes, occasionally mashing,

and then strain it all through cheesecloth. Usually I am dumb and attempt to squeeze it through while it’s still straight out of the pot, but this time I am smart, and I put the cheesecloth in a colander and let it drip. 

Looks like maybe six quarts or two gallons of juice (this is the second pot). If it’s too tart, you can add sugar, but we usually don’t do this. Still thinking about making some gummies, which is just grape juice, sugar, and gelatin mixed and poured into molds. I have silicone skull molds, but have yet to mold any skulls this year! Besides my own, I mean, ho ho. 

Anyway, I am feeling pretty good about having made supper this week. My next goal is to Bring Back Vegetables, but one thing at a time. I have been trying and trying to get some writing done, and as much as I wish I could blame my struggles on the brain surgery, I think I’m just rusty. Alas. Maybe some grape juice will help. It couldn’t hurt. 

Meatloaf (actually two giant meatloaves)

Ingredients

  • 5 lbs ground beef
  • 2 lbs ground turkey
  • 8 eggs
  • 4 cups breadcrumbs
  • 3/4 cup milk OR red wine
  • 1/4 cup Worcestershire sauce

plenty of salt, pepper, garlic powder or fresh garlic, onion powder, fresh parsley, etc.

  • ketchup for the top
  • 2 onions diced and fried (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 450

  2. Mix all meat, eggs, milk, breadcrumbs, and seasonings together with your hands until well blended.

  3. Form meat into two oblong loaves on pan with drainage

  4. Squirt ketchup all over the outside of the loaves and spread to cover with spatula. Don't pretend you're too good for this. It's delicious. 

  5. Bake ninety minutes or so, until meat is cooked all the way through. Slice and serve. 

What’s for supper? Vol. 452: The road to heaven is paved with pavlova

Happy Friday! I am putting off going out into the blowing rain to bring a secret santa present in to a kid who forgot it. The kids are miffed about the rain in general, because it’s washing away all the snow right before Christmas. But I am not mad about the break from the freezing cold! So maybe I am looking forward to going out into the rain, after all. 

I should warn you, I’ve gotten VERY crafty lately. Some people feel guilty for not doing a lot of crafts at Christmas. Please don’t do that to yourself! I enjoy crafting, and that is literally the only reason I do it. No moral issues whatsoever, except that I’m trying to be better about cleaning up after myself afterwards, or at very least not getting so much glue on Damien’s work table. Ok, you have now been warned re: the crafts!

Here’s what we ate this week: 

SATURDAY
Leftovers and pizza pockets

Saturday was just a regular errands day, and I got my skeleton pals decorated for Christmas. 

Not the most creative display, but they look pretty cheerful. 

Saturday evening, I got busy and made ten little pavlova balls, a batch of lemon curd, a batch of raspberry coulis, and a dozen sugared raspberries. I’d been drooling over this recipe for pavlova bombs from Recipe Tin Eats, but it was too much work for a regular dessert, and no one in the family would want it for their birthday. NO ONE BUT ME, THAT IS. And it was almost my birthday! 

SUNDAY
Adults Chinese food; kids ravioli; pavlova bombs for all

Sunday after Mass, Damien had to work, but I spent a very pleasant afternoon stringing lights all over the living room and dining room and tree. Actually the tree part was less pleasant, because I thought and thought and thought about which way I wanted to string the lights together so that they would end up with the right end of the plug at the bottom, and I still messed it up. I think I probably plugged it into itself somehow, which helps no one. Also I was listening to my favorite Christmas album, but it was a bad connection and kept stopping and starting, and I was getting a little huffy. 

So I begged the kids to help me, and they obligingly got up and unstrung all the lights, so I could start over. While they were taking the lights off the tree, Damien came in, and they instantly started trying to convince him Christmas was over and he had slept through it.

And there we have the duality of teenagers: They are good kids, but they are terrible kids. 

Then Damien and I went out to eat! (My actual birthday was Monday, but weekend birthdays are better.) We had pork buns and egg rolls, and I had some kind of sizzling triple delight situation

and it earned its name. Then we came home and I put together the pavlova bombs!

 The reason I made the pavlovas the night before is because the way to keep them from cracking is to bake them, turn off the oven, and then leave them in there for a long time to cool down very, very slowly. So I left them in there overnight, and then took them out in the morning and covered them with plastic wrap. Then on Sunday evening, I whipped some cream and put the lemon and raspberry filing in pastry bags, and assembled the sugared raspberries and some mint leaves, and Benny chopped up some roast pistachios for me.

Here’s all the elements. Don’t the pavlovas look pretty? They’re so dainty and glossy, but they’re very stable.

To fill the pavlovas, I poked a hole with a skewer in the bottom and swizzled it around inside a bit to make room for the fillings. First I put in the raspberry coulis, which was pretty thin, so it was really more like letting it drip in, than piping it in. Then I piped in the lemon curd until the pavlova was full. Then I plugged the hole with a dab of whipped cream, turned it over, and topped it with a big blob of whipped cream. Then each one got garnished with a sugared raspberry, a few mint leaves, and a sprinkle of chopped pistachios. 

Prettiest thing I’ve ever made in the kitchen.

And when you break them open, they’re even prettier!

Absolutely fantastic. The two fillings were wonderfully tart, which was excellent with the sugary pavlova and the cool whipped cream. Then some of the spoonfuls also had the nuts and the mint, and wow, it was just luscious and exciting. The different flavors and textures played with each other SO well.

Nagi’s recipe is clear as a bell, and I have no questions or clarifications. My only tiny quibble is that the lemon curd has lemon zest in it, which is obviously great for the flavor, but not so much for the texture. At first I thought I had let the egg scramble while I was cooking the curd, but it was just the zest. This is the MINOREST of minor quibbles, though, and honestly, if I ever make this again, I’ll probably just follow the recipe exactly again. 

Then I got presents! I’m a little embarrassed to be 51 years old and still getting this many presents, but I really love getting presents, so this is what we do. Damien gave me a cheese-making kit, some gorgeous earrings, a special beautiful mug, and Brisbane by Eugene Vodolazkin; Benny gave me a drawing of Our Lady of Guadalupe; Lena gave me a storytelling card game; Sophia gave me some lovely enameled tin earrings; Clara gave me a wonderful mystical blue ceramic bowl she made, and Lucy gave me a pair of socks she knitted for me, with a skull pattern. 

Amazing gifts, every last one. Then we retired to watch the new Spinal Tap movie in bed, and it was so gently amusing that I feel asleep halfway through. 

Oh, one last thing! These sugared raspberries were so nice.

They’re super easy, but you have to make them ahead of time. You just brush them with egg white and then roll them in sugar. It’s supposed to be sanding sugar, which is more coarse and sparkly than table sugar, but I didn’t have any. The regular sugar turned out great. The raspberries have this fragile little sweet, crackly shell on them that feels really special. Definitely adding this into my arsenal for garnishing future fancy desserts. 

MONDAY
Chicken pot pie

Monday I gleefully took out the chicken pot pie I made made and froze before Thanksgiving. I left it wrapped in three layers of tinfoil and heated it up (without thawing it) for a few hours in a lowish oven, and then turned the oven up for about half an hour before supper, until I could hear the pie bubbling.

The very center was still a little cold, so I nuked it and it was great. 

Crust still flaky, filling nice and tender and tasty. I was very pleased. I adore chicken pot pie.

We decided that Tuesday would be a Fisher Flop Out day, because the logistics of getting to school were gonna be horrendous. So we stayed up a little late and watched Gremlins, because it turns out I’ve been caring too deeply about a lot of the wrong things most of my life, and it’s actually an okay movie, whatever. The story about how she found out Santa isn’t real gets me every time. 

TUESDAY
Aldi pizza

Tuesday, Damien and I took a kid for a long-awaited medical appointment out of state, and we are gone alllllll day. When we got back, Damien dropped me and kid off at home, then got some pizza and cooked it and I basically just ate pizza and flopped around exhaustedly and then went to bed. 

WEDNESDAY
Roast beef sandwiches, chips

On Wednesday, I cooked a hunk of roast beef in the morning, again following the first part of this recipe from Sip and Feast. I dry brined it with kosher salt, pepper, onion powder, and garlic powder for 90 minutes, then cooked it at 500 for 15 minutes, then turned it down to 300 and let it cook for another half hour or so. Then I let it cool, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and put it in the fridge. Cut up some tomatoes and put some nice smoked gouda on a platter, and put everything away. 

Then I set out and dropped off some paperwork, loaded a bunch of clothes into the dryer at the laundromat, picked up the kids, and went to . . . deep breath . . . Five Below and Old Navy and Barnes and Noble and Michael’s, and then back to the laundromat, and when we got home, BOY were my feet glad I had already mostly made supper. Damien sliced up the meat and we had lovely, lovely sandwiches. 

I put mine under the broiler to melt the cheese, then added the tomatoes and some horseradish sauce. An absolute delight of a sandwich. (You may recall that, last time I made roast beef sandwiches, the oven died before I could toast the bread properly, and then you may recall that the moment after Damien fixed the oven, the dryer broke. You are now all caught up with Fisher Appliance Calamities, except that the trick that makes my car start stopped working, and we think maybe the alternator damaged the battery. Whatever, it’s fine, it’s whatever!) 

That evening, I made 22 of these little 12-pointed paper stars. I made a little video to show how it’s done. 

While I snipped, I listened to Christmas With the Louvin Brothers 

which is just a great album. I prefer this so VASTLY over those smarmy 50’s cocktail lounge versions of these songs that everyone thinks of as essential Christmas music. Start your kids on this album young, so they’re not jerks about it when they get older! 

THURSDAY
Ham, peas, mashed potatoes

I really don’t know what I did all day Thursday. I think I slept late and then ???. Oh, I did some sad banking and then spent an absurdly long time trying and failing to buy a dryer. Like, I want to give Home Depot my money, and allegedly they also want that? But you’d never know it, by the way their website is. (BAD.) 

It was a rare day in which I hadn’t done any dinner prep, so thank goodness for ham. When we got home, I sliced it up and put it in a dish with some water, covered it with tinfoil, and put it in the oven to warm up (it was already cooked, and it heats up faster if it’s sliced) and then quickly made some mashed potatoes and heated up some peas. 

I didn’t take a picture, but here are twelve photos of the last twelve times I made this exact same meal, each time to wild acclaim from my family:

Nobody can open a bag of frozen peas like me, I tell you. 

Thursday night, I hung up all the stars I had made

The yellow ones are made with this paper from Michael’s that comes in four related shades in one pack. I used three different shades for each star, and I like the effect. I also got some red foil paper, and was annoyed to discover it is only foil on one side! Oh well. 

I also sliced up a bunch of oranges to dry. I put the slices on baking racks on a pan in a 250 oven for about two hours, flipping them every half hour or so.

They were still somewhat juicy at this point, but they were starting to get little brown marks from the racks, so I just left them out to air dry more overnight. 

FRIDAY
Fish tacos, guacamole

Oranges still a little damp! That’s okay; they’re dry enough to work with.

It’s raining, as I mentioned, but I was already kind of sweaty from yoga, so I went out and clipped a bunch of pine needles for some stars I want to make. I think the oranges, some cranberries, and these stars will make a really pretty garland. I like making Christmas decorations that will continue to look bright and pretty after Christmas, when there is still plenty of winter left and we will need some color. Here is a garland from a few years ago, that we left up long after Christmas: 

This one has oranges, lemons, limes, and grapefruit, but this year I’m just doing oranges. 

So then I discovered that the Christmas card I made for a dear friend, and which I had miraculously chased everybody in the house down to sign, had somehow gotten wet, and I set about making a replacement card and maybe went a little crackerdog over this for various reasons, at which point Damien suggested that HE could go to the laundromat, mail my card, drop off the forgotten secret santa present, go to adoration, and pick up the kids, and I didn’t even have to put pants on. Then he brought me some coffee and headed out into the rain. I guess I will go wipe the glue off his worktable, and then we will be even. 

We’ve heading into the home stretch of Chanukah

and I am thinking about blintzes and latkes and maybe sufganiyot. Heck, maybe I will make one or more of those tonight. The kids are not crazy about fish tacos, but nobody can resist a jelly donut. Yeah, I think I will make some jelly donuts. Usually I follow a King Arthur recipe, but I think I will try Smitten Kitchen’s version this year. Smitten Kitchen has been very good to us lately, and I like the looks of those donuts. 

Rebecca's chicken bacon pie

Ingredients

  • double recipe of pie crust
  • 1 pound bacon, diced
  • 4 ribs celery, diced OR one big bunch of leeks, diced
  • 1 onion, diced
  • 1 bunch thyme, finely chopped
  • 3 chicken breasts, diced
  • 2-3 potatoes, peeled and diced
  • 6 Tbsp butter
  • 6 Tbsp flour
  • 3 cups concentrated chicken broth (I use almost double the amount of bouillon to make this)
  • 2 Tbsp pepper
  • egg yolk for brushing on top crust

Instructions

  1. Preheat the oven to 425.

  2. In a large pan, cook the bacon pieces until they are browned. Take the cooked bacon out and pour off most of the grease.

  3. Add the onion and celery to the remaining bacon grease and cook, stirring, until soft. Return the bacon to the pan.

  4. Add the thyme, pepper, and butter and cook until butter is melted. Add the flour and whisk, cooking for another few minutes.

  5. Whisk in the chicken broth and continue cooking for a few more minutes until it thickens up. Stir in the chicken and potato and keep warm, stirring occasionally, until you're ready to use it.

  6. Pour filling into bottom crust, cover with top crust, brush with beaten egg. Bake, uncovered, for about an hour. If it is browning too quickly, cover loosely with tin foil.