Friday, March 28, 2025

Friday Food: A Little Help from My Friends

Friday 

Short version: Meatless fried rice, canned peaches and cottage cheese

Long version: I had leftover rice in the refrigerator, so I gave A. the choice between fried rice with just eggs, or a Mexican-ish skillet of food with the rice and chili beans.

He chose the fried rice.


It was very cheerful-looking before I added the brown soy sauce.

The peaches were a jar of home-canned peaches. Some ate them on their own, some with cottage cheese.

Saturday

Short version: Oven-barbecued chicken pieces, potatoes, leftover baked beans, raw radishes

Long version: One package of separated chicken leg quarters, which meant I had four drumsticks and four thighs. I coated these in a spice mixture similar to the one we use for ribs--paprika, garlic powder, chili powder, salt, brown sugar--which makes them very tasty and also helps the skin brown nicely, what with the sugar in there.

I only made one pan of them because we had the baked beans, too. And since I had room on the pan, I added some potato chunks to roast on there, too.

The radishes were definitely an afterthought. I wish I had remembered the frozen green beans that really need to be used. 

Sunday

Short version: Creamy chicken soup or leftover fried rice, crispy rice treats

Long version: I used the bones from the night before to make stock, and then soup. With the one chicken thigh that had been left, there was just enough meat for the soup. To that I added celery, carrots, potatoes, peas, sauerruben, and sour cream.

Those who avoid soup had the leftover fried rice.

Monday

Short version: Ravioli lasagna, bread, green salad, chocolate chip cookies

Long version: I did not make any part of this meal. It was given to me by a friend at school. Our family has had a rough couple of weeks, and my friends have been showing their support by giving me food. This was a particularly welcome day for it, as I had no clear idea of what I was going to make for dinner after work and probably would have just cobbled together random unexciting leftovers.

The lasagna was made with ravioli in place of the noodles, which was, as you might imagine, very good.


Complete with baking instructions. And two HUGE loaves of bread.

Tuesday

Short version: Beef 'n' bean quesadillas, raw radishes

Long version: I had some chili beans still in the refrigerator that needed to be used, so I used the last of the beef roast from my other friend, plus the beans, to make the quesadilla filling.

Not exciting, but good enough to fill everyone up.

Wednesday

Short version: Leftovers, cucumbers

Long version: One child had baked beans and bread and butter. Everyone else had the leftover lasagna.

Thursday

Short version: Barbecue meatballs, mashed potatoes, green salad with ranch dressing, chocolate pudding with cream

Long version: I made the meatballs with ground elk. And, as is so often the case, I made the chocolate pudding because I had milk that was on the verge of going bad. Somehow, the pudding came out slightly grainy this time for unknown reasons. Alas.

Refrigerator check:


Lots of leftovers, but no milk.

In our ongoing milk drama, I forgot to order milk from school this week, and the tiny store closest to us is closed for the weekend already. This means I must venture farther afield for milk. Luckily, A. discovered that the next-closest town to us--60 miles away--has good milk at the dollar store there. I guess they have a different supplier than the grocery store in that town, whose milk is always just about to go off. So it looks as if a trip to the dollar store is on my agenda this weekend. Maybe I can get a new shower curtain rod while I'm there.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Twists and Turns

Last weekend, I went down the hill to pick up one son at his friend's house after he stayed there overnight. This friend is the son of one of my friends. Also the brother of Poppy's best friend. So I've been to their house several times.

They live on a giant ranch that employs many cowboys, all of whom live at and are in charge of what are called "camps." Each man--they are all men--manages his own camp on this huge operation, and they all gather and help each other in turn for big events like branding or shipping. 

Because of the size of this ranch, many of the camps are quite remote. A couple of families there that send their children to our school live almost twenty miles from the nearest paved road. Every time they come to school, they first drive forty minutes on a really rough dirt road, and then at least another half hour on the paved road. Getting to town is more like two hours for them.

This house I went to last weekend is comparatively convenient. It's only about half a mile of dirt road, and they're only about a 20-minute drive to the school. It still feels very remote to go to their house, though, because there isn't anything else around it.


I took this photo on the dirt road to their house.


And this is their house compound as I approached it. That building on the right is a barn.

I am often confronted here with the fact that nothing about my life now is at all how I thought it might be when I was younger. I mean, I grew up mostly in suburbs, graduated from a competitive college-prep high school, had a political internship right out of college that turned into a job in state government that I probably could have done indefinitely if I had wanted to (which I emphatically did not).

The path that led from that to this was surprising and circuitous. And I don't regret any of it. This unlikely place feels the most like home to me of anywhere I have lived, which is a lot of places.

I don't think it's that unusual to end up far from where your younger self might have imagined your life to be. It's just interesting to reflect on.

Which leads me to ask: What about your current life would be the most surprising to a younger you?

Sunday, March 23, 2025

Snapshots: It's Spring, And I'm Not Sorry

Not sorry that pretty much everything here has been about spring lately, anyway. This post included . . .


The first rhubarb sighting.


The first sighting of . . . something. Poppy planted this, so I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing arugula.


Tulip row that the dogs kept lying on until I moved the rocks to keep them off of the flowers.


Garlic.


The green onions apparently survived the winter.


Lots of apricot blossoms. This tree flowers too early and we never get very many fruits from it, but it sure is pretty.


There are still many daffodils in the mechanic's pit garden, and thus, on my table.


Two of the three peonies we planted last year survived. This is the bigger one.


And a much-less-welcome sign of spring: The return of flies in the house. Boo.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.