Short version: Leftover sausage, potato cakes, green salad
Long version: The day before, I had made the children bacon sandwiches for breakfast, and they inexplicably did not really eat them. I have no idea why. I mean, BACON SANDWICHES, HELLO.
I cut up the remaining toasted bread, doused it with olive oil, salt, and garlic powder, and shoved it in the oven while it was on to cook some old pumpkins for the livestock. Result: croutons. Yum.
The remaining bacon was used in the potato cakes, which I made with leftover mashed potatoes, the diced bacon, a bit of flour, an egg, and some grated cheese. Half of the children loved them; half did not. A pretty standard reception to a new food.
Short version: Elk bites, oven fries, frozen green peas, sauteed mushrooms and onions
Long version: "Elk bites" is chunks of elk marinated in olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper, and garlic, then seared and served with ketchup for dipping. Boring, but serviceable.
Short version: Roasted chicken, baked potatoes, carrots
Long version: I have a confession to make: I dislike whole chickens. I dislike cooking them; I dislike cutting them up; I even dislike eating them.
I buy them sometimes anyway, though, just as a break from red meat and because they're cheap.
So then I had this chicken to roast, and it was HUUGE. Like, Charlie came in the kitchen while I was prepping it and asked, "Is that a turkey?"
Nope, just an eight-pound chicken.
It was so big that I had to cut it up after a couple of hours in the oven just so it would actually get cooked in time for us to eat. I cut off the legs, then sliced the breast through in a few places without actually cutting it off.
I seasoned it with lemon and garlic inside, and melted butter and lemon on the outside (plus salt and pepper, of course), and then made a quick sauce with the pan juices, Dijon mustard, and heavy cream. It came out pretty well in the end. And we had quite a bit left over, because eight pounds, remember?
It was incredibly warm this day, so A. deputized the children to continue the stone wall he's building around the backyard garden.
Many (small) hands make (slightly) light (-er) work. Maybe.
Short version: Skillet of leftover chicken, leftover rice, leftover chicken sauce, and frozen peas
Long version: Surprisingly tasty, if not gourmet. Does the job for a work night, anyway.
Short version: Pizza elk, pasta with marinara, frozen green peas
Long version: Same old, same old. Another bag of elk down.
Some day I'm going to have fresh vegetables from the garden again. At the moment, most of the infant fresh vegetables are living in the children's bathroom in the upgraded grow box A. put together for me.
Same lights, but we switched out the busted laundry basket for a discarded drawer from the children's bunk bed. Roomier, and more aesthetically pleasing. My grandfather, who made that bunk bed and these drawers, would be pleased with the newest incarnation of his woodworking, I'm sure.
The lettuce and arugula are still alive outside, if tiny. Hooray! And while they grow, there are frozen peas.
Short version: Chicken quesadillas for the children, soup for me, pinto beans and frozen green beans for all
Long version: Miss Amelia called on Tuesday to let us know she had some pinto beans for us. When A. went to get them, he returned with a box that contained two jars of beans, a package of flour tortillas, some slices of American cheese, a small container of honey, a stick of butter, and a single serving of soup.
Thanks to Miss Amelia's box, I was able to make very exciting flour tortilla quesadillas for the children. I never buy flour tortillas, so this was a big treat. I shredded the last of the leftover chicken and heated it with salsa and garlic powder before putting it in the tortillas with cheese--cheddar for Charlie, who does not like American cheese, and American cheese for the rest.
I think the soup was ham, chicken, and potato with green chili. I wasn't sure about the ingredients, but it sure did taste good. And it was very nice to come home from a challenging day of work and eat some soup that I did not have to make.
Thank you, Miss Amelia.
Short version: Pan-fried elk steaks, leftover pasta, cabbage
Long version: I forgot I had already prepped some elk steaks from the piece of elk I was using for the pizza elk on Tuesday. Very efficient of me, but not very useful had I completely forgotten they were sitting in the refrigerator.
They were just pieces that I pounded thinner with the rolling pin, then seasoned with salt, pepper, and garlic powder, and paprika and fried. The children ate theirs with ketchup. I ate mine with barbecue sauce.
I didn't have any sauce for the leftover pasta, so I just heated it in the microwave with butter, cream cheese, garlic powder, and a little cream. Cream cheese with pasta is way better than it has any right to be.
I cooked most of the cabbage in a pan with onions and carrots. But Charlie and Jack ate their cabbage raw. Weirdos.
Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?