BYOV = "Bring Your Own Vegetables."
Short version: Pizza, green salad
Long version: I always make pizza when we have guests. I'm famous for it (in my head, anyway.) It is exceptional pizza. Not that I'm in any way biased.
Cast iron skillets make everything taste (and look) better.
I made one cheese pizza; one with mushrooms, bell pepper, and onions; and a salad with the grape tomatoes that I asked my sister to bring with her (along with quite a bit of other produce) when she drove to our house from the airport in Albuquerque. Because when you're a houseguest a hundred miles from anywhere, you bring your own tomatoes with you.
Short version: Cheater carnitas tacos
Long version: Carnitas are supposed to be chunked-up pork simmered in water until tender, then the water simmered away until only the fat remains to fry the meat in.
I have a great aversion to cutting up raw pork, and anyway, my pork roast had a bone in it.
So instead I cooked the pork slowly in my Dutch oven in the, um, oven (with nothing but salt and a very small amount of water to prevent scorching), then poured off the fat and juices, pulled the meat off the bone and into chunks, and fried the chunks in the fat I skimmed off the poured-off stuff.
It was really good. Even if I did forget to cut up one of the avocados that my sister also brought with her.
The children also had an appetizer of frozen peas. What can I say? It makes them happy and keeps them quiet for five minutes. Who am I to argue with that?
Short version: T-bone steaks, roasted potatoes, sauteed mushrooms and onions, roasted broccoli, chocolate pudding
Long version: One of my sister's favorite foods is steak. Well! Did she come to the right house or what?
So we had steak.
I roasted the potatoes in some more of the duck fat that I continue to work on using up. And the broccoli was, of course, also something she brought with her.
I made pudding again because I had to go on Saturday to pick up my usual two gallons of milk from the people up the road that have Jersey cows, but I still had quite a bit of milk left due to A. being gone and not drinking it. And I needed to empty and wash the half-gallon Mason jars it comes in so I could bring them back. So I made a double batch of this chocolate pudding Saturday morning.
The taste was perfect, but it was too thin. I mean, no one refused it, but pudding shouldn't really be drinkable. Maybe it was because it was a double batch. Or maybe because I didn't have enough chocolate chips and had to substitute cocoa powder, sugar, and butter for half the chocolate chips. Or maybe I just didn't cook it long enough.
I will make it again, though. It had a very strong chocolate flavor, which is exactly how I like chocolate pudding. Pudding cups don't even come close. They're a weird gray-brown color. This looked just like melted chocolate.
Chocolate brown, as God intended chocolate pudding to be. No gray.
Short version: Leftovers. And grape tomatoes.
Long version: My sister left this day and A. was supposed to come home from his trip to New York. She did; he didn't. His flight was canceled, thanks to all those 737s being grounded.
So we had leftovers.
I heated up the remainder of the carnitas pork in a cast iron skillet. It must be re-heated in a skillet, or it's not good.
Charlie, Jack, and Poppy had tortillas and cheese with the pork. Cubby had that plus some of the rice and vegetable soup I made with the remainder of Miss Amelia's chicken rice.
I had diced avocado, tomatoes, and pork with a little balsamic vinegar. Tortillas and cheese not at all necessary.
Short version: Meatballs in marinara sauce, garlic bread, green peas
Long version: When I made the meatballs the week before, I froze twenty plain, raw meatballs. A. wasn't going to be home for dinner again, so I just made a quick marinara sauce in the morning (lots of garlic sauteed in olive oil, one can of whole tomatoes mashed with the potato masher, the dregs of the bottle of red wine my sister and I finished, dried basil and oregano, bay leaf), poured it over the meatballs and baked them.
I was going to make pasta, but I was once again baking bread in the afternoon. Garlic bread it is, then.
Short version: Sirloin steaks, boiled potatoes, green salad
Long version: Another 4:15 p.m. 4-H meeting, another chance for prepping dinner way ahead of time. I peeled and diced the potatoes in the afternoon and left them in the pot covered with water for A. to cook before we got home. I also left two ENORMOUS sirloin steaks that flopped over the edge of my griddle pan and kept causing flare-ups.
A. made the potatoes and started the steaks before we got home at 5:15 p.m., but I finished everything because he went back to the village to get the big bag of dishes and leftovers from the peanut butter cookies and vegetables and ranch dip I had brought for Official 4-H Snack. I left the bag next to the van in the parking lot and drove right off without it.
A. drove 20 miles roundtrip to retrieve it and didn't find it.
One of the other parents found it and left it by our door on her way home. And hey, at least it wasn't my wallet.
Short version: Fajitas, green salad
Long version: This is the first time I've ever made fajitas with the traditional skirt steak, and now I see why skirt steak is the preferred cut of beef for fajitas. So, so good. I marinated them in oil, lime juice, chili powder, cumin, a small amount of soy sauce, and salt. Yum.
And now I've gotten to the very end with no picture of the baby and no current picture to post. So let's have a blast from the very cheeky past.
Hair by Cubby. Poor girl has been bugged by her brothers from the very beginning.
Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?