Friday, June 20, 2008

Top Chef I Ain't

I'm in the midst of making dinner. Went through the fridge to see what I need to use up. Grabbed some baby white turnips and garlic scapes from the CSA. Found some chicken thighs in the freezer. Bacon in the fridge.

So I render up some bacon while the chicken defrost, still not sure what I'm going to do. I decide to flour up the chicken and add a couple glugs of oil to the pan and fry them up. They're looking pretty good.

I take a ladleful of bacon/veggie oil out and throw it in my French oven (fake Le Creuset) - brown the garlic and the turnips. Add in the bacon. I make a soy sauce glaze (with hoisin sauce, soy and rice vinegar) and throw that in. In goes some spinach from the CSA.

I don't know what happened, but it went from yummy sticky to icky pretty fast. I think I let the sauce "caramelize" (ie burn) too much.

Hopefully the chicken will be cooked through...

5 minutes later:


It's rather yucky. Too salty. Goopy. Chicken was bloody. Nasty.

My minute rice was okay. And the damn baby turnips were okay as well. And I can pick out some bacon.


I steamed some shrimp, which was most excellent. I regarded the chicken thighs, popped them in the oven at 350, forgot about them, smelled really good chicken about 30 minutes later and they turned out really nice. Those poor thighs - microwaved, pan fried, braised and then oven fried. Oh, and eaten.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


What's been going on?

The girls are 11 and 4. Summer is in full swing. Big One has a lot of activities planned. Lil' One is starting preschool soon. Just took Skywarn class. Had a birthday this past weekend. Hub got a hammock for me, but the girls seem to have more fun on it. I feel like I'm kind of getting my bearings after being so damn go-go-go the past few weeks.

It's a beautiful summerish day - think I'll go and read in the hammock. Skeeters be damned.

Time for a Stella Story: I was waking her up the other day. "No, Mommy," she said groggily. "You have to do this." And then she slapped her cheeks a couple times. I told her that we don't do that and that is only in cartoons. She replied, "Oh, okay then."

Sammy is taking a week long Band day camp. She was psyched as one of the sessions was "Jazz Improv." Then after she had it, she was less psyched. She has a concert on Thursday - selections include Ode to Joy, Surfin' USA and Stars and Stripes Forever. She does not like the last one as the clarinet part is "boring," the "brass have all the fun" and "2/2 time is hard to count to." Stella will not be joining us at this concert as the Spring Middle School concert caused her much distress as it was "TOO LOUD!" I missed 7/8 of the concert as Stell and I sat in the adjacent gym and did dot-to-dots.

Stella's daycare is having "Beach Week" Today was Water Day, where I guess they hose down the preschoolers. Barbie towels are involved. The letter of the week is F. Sammy (of course) whipped her head around quickly when I asked Stella if we could think of any "F" words. ("You're going to teach her THAT?") Yes, Sammy, and I will tuck flash cards into the Daycare Bag along with the Snoopy blanket. Hey: flash cards start with F. There was some drama earlier this week as she was quite upset that it wasn't E week anymore as she was not done with Elephants or eggs. So I need to find a fish or a flower or something f-ish for tomorrow's show - n- share. I'm thinking obscene flash cards won't cut the mustard.

Really, now.

This one goes out to Deeje, who was instrumental in getting me blogging again. Hope I can keep it going without going dark for years on end...