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avoidance through cooking
Dec. 3rd, 2011 11:11 pmToday I cooked.
Today I got a wide assortment of fiddly errands accomplished.
Hurray for Saturday.
Dropped off Mr. Jenner and Senor Onion at the barber shop. Or as Senor Onion calls it, "The hair cut shop" I took Miss Biscuit with me to le target and bought the things that needed to be bought in that infinite land of red. Mr. Jenner has a new shirt, I found a nice holiday wreath to dress up the damn fireplace, wipes were acquired, and I was in and out of there in under half an hour. Picked up the shorn menfolk (we can see their eyes again.) and came home. People were fed. I mailed a package, picked up library books and came home to cook. Senor Onion and I made dough for gingerbread cookies -which we baked later in the day. He and Miss Biscuit had fun with the assorted cookie cutters, though no one used the rooster one this time. A shame. Because nothing says the holidays like an enormous rooster. I would have named this rooster, Solange.
Then I made soup for dinner. I had a sudden craving for some squash soup. I roasted some delicata squash and pureed it with some leftover turkey stock. (the turkey stock will be there during the end times) I sauteed some onions, carrots & celery with some spices, added the pureed business and voila -soup. Because I am a soup genius of one kind or another. I made some baking powder biscuits to go with it. With this we had some cucumber sandwich dill pickles I canned during the Summer and some Grand Margaux I bought somewhere. (grocery store? I can't recall. Things become hazy when I buy food) No one else was as pleased about the soup as I was. Can't please the peanut gallery all of the time. The cheese was a hit. We may have to have it for the cheese board at Christmas. It isn't quite a triple creme cheese but darn close. So you are near the line of total and utter decadence but with a little room to breathe. Like if you are up for really hot make-out sessions with some dude but you aren't quite ready to have sex with him because I don't know...your choice of underwear makes you feel self-conscious. Though that is sort of silly because hello, turn off the lights and frankly in my experience with men (and we don't need to get into significant details here okay, partly because my Mom reads this and she has a right to remain ignorant so we can look eachother in the eye during family dinners.) they aren't going to say, "Excuse me, while I DID find you sexually attractive and would possibly cut off a finger to touch those great breasts of yours, those granny panties make me want to join up with a monastery and live a life of contemplation while making beer." Seriously ladies. Underwear choice. Not a deal-breaker. Where was I? Cheese? sex? both? I don't know. I have kind of a funny story about a guy who once sort of rejected me (well he didn't exactly reject me but he didn't want anything serious with me -though he still wanted to touch my great breasts but let's face it -who doesn't.) and his really sweet semi-rejection involved cheese. Really. But that is all I have to say about that.
ANYHOW
The Grand Margaux was good. It was quite buttery and the kids rather enjoyed it. The pickles also turned out well. I think I may put those out at Christmas.
Later on the children ate their weight in gingerbread cookies.
After dinner I made marshmallows. Again. This time they were orange and vanilla. I added some mandarin zest and juice. The flavor isn't terribly obvious as first (and I did JUST make them) but it blossoms as you eat it. So you go, "hrm.. marshmallow..oh hey...HEY THERE." Now imagine how delightful it would be with some hot chocolate.
It wasn't a bad day for food. Though half of the reason I was cooking was to avoid other things I need to do. But it was okay. It gave me time to think about how to approach something and it kind of got rid of those internal ya-yas I get.
Today I got a wide assortment of fiddly errands accomplished.
Hurray for Saturday.
Dropped off Mr. Jenner and Senor Onion at the barber shop. Or as Senor Onion calls it, "The hair cut shop" I took Miss Biscuit with me to le target and bought the things that needed to be bought in that infinite land of red. Mr. Jenner has a new shirt, I found a nice holiday wreath to dress up the damn fireplace, wipes were acquired, and I was in and out of there in under half an hour. Picked up the shorn menfolk (we can see their eyes again.) and came home. People were fed. I mailed a package, picked up library books and came home to cook. Senor Onion and I made dough for gingerbread cookies -which we baked later in the day. He and Miss Biscuit had fun with the assorted cookie cutters, though no one used the rooster one this time. A shame. Because nothing says the holidays like an enormous rooster. I would have named this rooster, Solange.
Then I made soup for dinner. I had a sudden craving for some squash soup. I roasted some delicata squash and pureed it with some leftover turkey stock. (the turkey stock will be there during the end times) I sauteed some onions, carrots & celery with some spices, added the pureed business and voila -soup. Because I am a soup genius of one kind or another. I made some baking powder biscuits to go with it. With this we had some cucumber sandwich dill pickles I canned during the Summer and some Grand Margaux I bought somewhere. (grocery store? I can't recall. Things become hazy when I buy food) No one else was as pleased about the soup as I was. Can't please the peanut gallery all of the time. The cheese was a hit. We may have to have it for the cheese board at Christmas. It isn't quite a triple creme cheese but darn close. So you are near the line of total and utter decadence but with a little room to breathe. Like if you are up for really hot make-out sessions with some dude but you aren't quite ready to have sex with him because I don't know...your choice of underwear makes you feel self-conscious. Though that is sort of silly because hello, turn off the lights and frankly in my experience with men (and we don't need to get into significant details here okay, partly because my Mom reads this and she has a right to remain ignorant so we can look eachother in the eye during family dinners.) they aren't going to say, "Excuse me, while I DID find you sexually attractive and would possibly cut off a finger to touch those great breasts of yours, those granny panties make me want to join up with a monastery and live a life of contemplation while making beer." Seriously ladies. Underwear choice. Not a deal-breaker. Where was I? Cheese? sex? both? I don't know. I have kind of a funny story about a guy who once sort of rejected me (well he didn't exactly reject me but he didn't want anything serious with me -though he still wanted to touch my great breasts but let's face it -who doesn't.) and his really sweet semi-rejection involved cheese. Really. But that is all I have to say about that.
ANYHOW
The Grand Margaux was good. It was quite buttery and the kids rather enjoyed it. The pickles also turned out well. I think I may put those out at Christmas.
Later on the children ate their weight in gingerbread cookies.
After dinner I made marshmallows. Again. This time they were orange and vanilla. I added some mandarin zest and juice. The flavor isn't terribly obvious as first (and I did JUST make them) but it blossoms as you eat it. So you go, "hrm.. marshmallow..oh hey...HEY THERE." Now imagine how delightful it would be with some hot chocolate.
It wasn't a bad day for food. Though half of the reason I was cooking was to avoid other things I need to do. But it was okay. It gave me time to think about how to approach something and it kind of got rid of those internal ya-yas I get.
