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I Cooked, I Drank, I Posted

How about a Saturday Supper post?  Full disclosure:  what I made wasn’t such a much, but I just feel like making kind of an easy post today.  Judge me if you must, but here goes.

I had to restrain myself from starting supper till an annoying 5:30 p.m., because my husband Steven worked till 6:30.  Damn retail hours!  Yes, yes, it’s a job, I’m grateful he has a job, blah blah woof woof. Where was I?  Ah yes, sitting on my couch, knitting, and watching Snapped and the clock.  I was feeling more and more tired with less and less time to take a nap.  Finally I heated a cup of coffee and added a splash of Mohawk Valley Fire moonshine from DikinDurt Distillery of Herkimer (adding a little local color to my post).  It was yummy and revived me amazingly.

The sad part was, once I started cooking, I did not feel I should cook with wine.  I did not want to be too tipsy when Steven got home (full disclosure:  my early adventures had included a lovely glass of draft beer. That was a couple of hours before my coffee of questionable moral fiber).  I chopped an onion and crushed a few cloves of garlic. I put the onion and some sausage in a frying pan while I let the garlic “breathe” for 15 minutes (we’ve talked about that before).  The sausage, by the way, was from Dino’s Sausage and Meat Company of Utica, NY (a little more local color).

When the sausage was almost done, I added cream cheese.  It was a partial package.  I added some milk to help it blend in and not be too thick.  It was still pretty thick.  Eventually I decided to add a complete package of cream cheese (I had a couple more in the fridge).  The main reason for this was that as I taste tested the sausage I realized I had not picked up sweet but medium or something.  I thought more cream cheese would soften the hotness.  Oh yeah, and it was Neufchatel, not actually cream cheese.  It has a third less fat. I did not add any spices but trusted the sausage, onion and garlic to be tasty enough.  We had the mixture over ruffle pasta.

With supper, we drank Dry Riesling from Swedish Hill Winery, a New York State Winery (just to get a little more local or at least regional in here).  We are enjoying another glass while I type in my blog post.  Supper was pretty good.  I hope my blog post is all right as well.  Happy Saturday, everyone.

 

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I’m So Ambitious!

I bet nobody believes that, a quite understandable reaction.  At least the headline makes a change from my usual Wuss-out Wednesday whining.  The fact is, I have just about run out of oomph, but I hope to muster enough to make a blog post before Dateline, which I will probably go to bed before the end of anyways.  I think I will iterate what I did to feel so ambitious, and my dear readers can decide for themselves the truth of my headline.

I worked out after work (I’ll write a whole blog post soon about my new work-out routine, but for now just know that I sweated).   I got home, showered, and checked Facebook and email while sipping my recovery beverage of chocolate milk. Yum!  But I had to tear myself away from the computer to start dinner so it would have time to cook before my husband Steven got home.

I chopped up an onion and two potatoes, and put them in a casserole dish with garlic oil.  The garlic oil is some I made last week in the blender with fresh garlic and dried spices.  I always make more than I need for the recipe at hand so I can use it in subsequent cooking adventures.  I put the casserole dish in the oven at 350 degrees, planning to stir it every 15 minutes and add ham chunks when the potatoes were almost done.  The ham was leftover from Easter dinner at my Mom and Dad’s house.  Waste not, want not!

While dinner cooked, I made some cocktail sauce, using my mother’s recipe and going heavy on the horseradish.  I put it in the fridge for the flavors to blend.  I had it in mind to put it on some fake crab meat for one of my snacks at work.  Raw celery and radishes are just not cutting it, and I am out of celery anyways.  Then I remembered I was going to boil some eggs, for breakfast or snack purposes.

Soon the eggs were cooking, the ham was in with the potatoes and onion, and I had put the crab meat with cocktail sauce into a container.  When taste testing, I found I had gone too heavy with the horseradish so added extra ketchup and chili sauce.  Oh, I was doing great!   When the egg water reached a boil, I turned off the burner and covered the pot.  I had good luck with that method the last time I made hard-boiled eggs.   I also turned off the oven, so the casserole would stay hot but not overcook.

I got back on the computer, thinking to make my blog post, then remembered I have a murder mystery to type in.  I got one character sheet typed in by the time Steven got home.  I thought that, in addition to the other stuff I did, on a Wuss-out Wednesday, was not bad.  But perhaps I flatter myself.  In any case, I am getting close to 500 words.  That is a long blog post for me!  I think I deserve to knit and watch Dateline.

 

Now I’m Cooking! No, I’m Not!

Sssssizzle!

I’m standing in my kitchen,  trying to cook supper and type into my Tablet at the same time. I am not very handy at this one letter at a time typing.  And the Tablet’s little guesses of what I’m about to type is not as helpful as one would expect.

OK, supper is over.  I had thought I could take a few pictures of the work in progress and mock up a cooking post.  I went running earlier, thinking to do a Running Commentary post.  I soon realized I was far too tired for such a thing.  That happens sometimes on these mid-week runs.  But I did want to start cooking supper before Steven got home, so I thought, “Hey!”

So the above picture is the half onion I chopped and put on to cook in oil (I previously used the other half for another meal).  Unfortunately it blacked before it browned, but you’ll have that.  I had a couple of pork chops I planned to put in once the onions were far enough along.  Should I take a picture of the pork chops?  That looked boring.  I had some garlic dip I made yesterday, which I planned to use making garlic mashed potatoes.  Maybe that would pep things up.  Then I threw in the bottles of wine we got at the wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor on Friday, and came up with this.

You can see the Mohawk Valley Fire moonshine from DikinDurt Distillery of Herkimer.

Full disclosure:  I did not cook with wine, unless you count the fact that the bottles were on the counter nearby.  I did not put it in the food, I did not sip while I stirred.  I hope that does not disappoint my fellow oenophiles (I pronounce it oh-nee-oh-file).

I wanted a third picture but could not at first think what to shoot.  I did not want to wait until supper was ready and take a picture of that.  My original plan was to finish this whole post before that, but, what a surprise, my plan did not work out.  Why do I even make them?  Finally I thought I would just go ahead and show how cluttered and unorganized my kitchen is, echoing no doubt the cluttered and unorganized state of my mind.

Note the garlic press. I use that a lot.

Supper turned out pretty good.  I put a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of mushroom pieces and stems in with the onions and pork chops.  I mashed the potatoes with a big spoonful of the garlic dip.  That was after a run and doing a load of laundry (which I did not mention before, but I did).   And now I’ve made my blog post.  I say I’m doing OK for a Monday.

 

Snapped then Swoon?

I pause in my Sunday activities to make a Wrist to Forehead post.  I am not currently posing with my wrist on my forehead (about to swoon on a chaise lounge, of course), because it is so far a pretty good day.  But I’m thinking this will not be a very good post, so perhaps I will swoon after I hit publish.  No matter.  These things happen, and we must make the best of them.

The 1920’s, Julie Andrews, what’s not to like?

My husband Steven and I watched this movie last night and earlier this afternoon. I purchased it at a garage sale over the summer.  Last night after watching Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, Steven suggested we put in something silly we would not mind turning off.   In fact, we got into it and did mind turning it off.  Luckily, there was an intermission, because Steven had to be up early to get to work this morning.  When one reaches a good leaving off place, one likes to take advantage of it.

I made spaghetti sauce and meatballs earlier, the way my mother and grandmother used to make, although I forgot to add the tomato paste so it was not thick.  Nobody is perfect, after all.  Now Steven (dear, sweet man) is dong the dishes, and I am looking at Snapped, my usual Sunday guilty pleasure. And I thought, Ooh, it would be a good idea to make my blog post.

Naturally they are only showing episodes I have already seen, but you’ll have that. Especially as often as I watch Snapped.

When Steven is finished doing the dishes, I would like to watch a monster movie.  I am rather obsessed with monster movies.  I wonder which one we will choose.  Not knowing, I will close with a random monster movie picture from my Media Library.

I imagine he hates to be interrupted when he is eating.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

 

Ready for the Run? Or Just Lame?

Well, I’m all carbed up for tomorrow’s Reindeer Run 5K, part of Christmas in Little Falls.  I confess to feeling a little nervous about the whole thing.  I’m not even sure of my outfit.  Regular readers know how I obsess over what I’m going to wear, with the final results far from reflecting the efforts involved.  At least I found my “Dashing” t-shirt.  It is a large reg t-shirt with a penguin and the word “Dashing.”  Steven gave it to me for birthday one year when we lived in Georgia (he often gives me Christmas for my birthday).  I think it is a perfect t-shirt for a Christmas run.  Get it?  “Dashing through the snow…”

I have a green long-sleeved running shirt to wear under the t-shirt.  Actually, it’s kind of teal, but I think it is green enough for a Christmas run (which is not the same thing as when the light turns yellow as I reach it and I say, “Ah, it’s green enough”).  I think silver leggings.  Again, they are not really silver, kind of black shot with silver.  OK, they’re grey.  I’m going to call them silver.  I hope I can find a pair of my winter running socks in the clean laundry (no, I have do not fold all my laundry promptly, sue me!).

I carbed up with angle hair pasta with basil pesto, topped with onions, rainbow peppers, and mushrooms, which I roasted in pesto.  I perhaps started them a little too soon, with the result that some of the onions were a little crispy.  I put the onions in first, while I cleaned and sliced the peppers, then I put the peppers in.  I didn’t put the mushrooms in till the last twenty minutes or so. I put grated cheese on mine.  It was a pretty good supper.

So how is this for my Lame Friday Post?  A little about the race, a little bit of cooking.  It will have to do.  Perhaps tomorrow I will have things to report about Christmas in Little Falls.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

 

Scattered Saturday Before the Boilermaker

I confess, I didn’t have a whole lot of scatter, because I mostly hydrated and rested before tomorrow’s 15K run (it’s really a road race, but since I will be far back in the pack and more interested in making silly jokes than getting a fast time, I can’t say I’ll be racing).  For those of you just tuning in, it is the Utica Boilermaker Road Race, a pretty damn exciting event in the Mohawk Valley.

My plan was to go for at least one walk, so I was disappointed to hear thunder followed by torrential rain this morning.  Then it stopped.  Cool.  I wrote some post cards and walked to the post office, taking the long way back.  It has continued to thunder, rain, then stop for most of the day.  I may go for an evening walk during one of the stops but no promises.  I got a little more exercise walking from the second floor down to the basement and back doing laundry.  It is so pleasant to have most of my clothes clean so that I have a choice of what to wear (of course the perfect thing to wear in an given situation is usually the one thing that is still dirty, but you’ll have that).

In addition to doing laundry, I read an Agatha Christie book (I adore Agatha Christie), worked on my lines for The Tempest, futzed around on Facebook, and wrote a very little on my novel.

I left the house one other time so far, to get my hair cut at the Hot Spot Salon and Spa in Herkimer.  My stylist, Claire, nicely got me in, even though I did not call till yesterday afternoon.  She is way cool.  She did my hair the same as last time, very short.  She said it seems my hair likes to be short.  I thought that was a good way of putting it.  I like it short, because it is easy that way.  As another hairdresser once observed about me, I am the sort of person who cannot be bothered spending too much time on my hair (for another reason, however much time I take, I never seem to get the good results others do).  I would post a selfie of me and my new hair, but I’ve taken off my earrings, and I don’t like to appear in public without earrings.

Back home, I started dinner early, because we intend to go to bed early.  I had put eggplant in the crock pot this morning (ought I to have mentioned that earlier?  Oh well).  Now I made pesto, grated parmesan cheese, sauteed asparagus, and cooked angel hair pasta (my favorite).  My pesto is perhaps not real pesto (I don’t use a recipe), but I call it pesto, because it is fun to say “pesto pasta” (try it).  I put garlic, fresh basil, grated parmesan (I grated enough to put some in the pesto as well as some over the pasta), and oil in the blender and blend.  It turned out pretty good.

And that brings us to the present moment.  My stomach still continues knotty from Boilermaker nerves.  These will continue, no doubt, until the race actually starts.  More specifically, when I cross the starting line and am on my way.  Then it’s run for the beer!  Go me!  Happy Saturday, everyone!