Friday Food: Illness

Friday 

Short version: Tuna patties, fried chickpeas with feta, macaroni and cheese or leftover rice, asparagus or raw bell peppers

Long version: Poppy had been asking for tuna patties all through Lent on Fridays, and I still hadn't made them. No reason we can't still eat them now, though, even though Lent is over.

Because there were only four of us at home, I used just one 12-ounce can of tuna and made three patties (I didn't have one). That wouldn't have been quite enough, but I had a lot of chickpeas in the refrigerator too. I fried those in olive oil--which makes a HUGE mess because they pop all over out of the pan--and then when they were crispy, I put some feta cheese on them to melt.

The kids had the macaroni and cheese because I still have many, many boxes of it from excess commodities. They had the bell pepper, too. A. had the rice and the asparagus.

Saturday

Short version: Lamb stew, fried garlic bread, cheese

Long version: When we butcher sheep, I put the shanks and other bony pieces together to make stew. That's what I used for this, which also had pureed calabaza, tomato paste, potatoes, carrots, collard greens, and peas in it. I usually finish stews with cornstarch to thicken the broth a bit, and for lamb stew, I mix the cornstarch with yogurt before adding it to the stew.

Peasant food.

Sunday

Short version: Very random casserole, asparagus, chocolate pudding with cream

Long version: I had taken ground beef out to thaw, with the thought that I would make burrito filling with it. But then I thought I hadn't made cheeseburger casserole in awhile, so I started peeling and slicing potatoes for that. I got through the rest of the bag of potatoes I had in the kitchen and went into A.'s office to get the new bag. Which is when I discovered that I didn't have a new bag. No more potatoes. Boooo.

So! Not cheeseburger casserole, then. Instead I made a kind of Mexican casserole with the potatoes, beef, pinto beans, corn, and spices, etc. The beans and corn helped to make up for the fact that there weren't enough potatoes.

Monday

Short version: Lamb steaks, rice, raw radishes

Long version: I did marinate the lamb steaks with olive oil and vinegar, but the rest of this meal was quite plain.

Plain on a plate.

Tuesday

Short version: Leftover random casserole

Long version: Oof. This was a day. Youngest son had been sick since Friday. He thought he was better enough to go to school, but I got a call from the nurse at 9:30 that he was not, in fact, better enough and he wanted to come home.

Eldest had been sick since the day before.

Poppy woke up vomiting in the morning and spent the rest of the day in a feverish haze.

That left just three of us eating. 

I heated up the casserole for the other two and had a salad myself in between providing liquids, various medicines, and comfort to the three sick ones.

Wednesday

Short version: Hamburger patties, lamb steaks, rice, green salad with ranch dressing

Long version: We had four out of the six of us actually eating, so at least there was a majority who could handle solid food. I had a couple of lamb steaks still in the marinade that I hadn't cooked on Monday, so I cooked them this day and A. had that, along with leftover rice. 

The two children eating had the hamburger patties with rice instead of buns.

Thursday

Short version: Leftovers, clam chowder, eggs and rice, popsicles

Long version: I started to feel not well in the afternoon, though thankfully only in a getting-a-cold kind of way, not a digestive illness. Luckily, I had already been mostly planning on leftovers.

I made Snow's clam chowder for the two children who were still coughing and didn't have huge appetites. A. had leftover lamb steak and rice. One child had a leftover hamburger patty as a sandwich, plus some of the clam chowder. The fourth child was at a track meet.

Given my stuffed-up nose and general malaise, I didn't have a salad as I typically would. Instead I fried two eggs and ate those with rice.

The popsicles were some I had made with the extra of the fruit shake I had made for the sick children earlier in the day. It was frozen banana slices, frozen strawberries, canned peaches, and yogurt. To make the popsicles, I added some cream--to make it less icy when frozen--and strawberry jam before pouring it into the molds.

Refrigerator check:

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

Homemade Jello

I guess that should just be gelatin, so as not to use a proprietary name, but then would you know what I'm talking about?

Actually, I guess I really should just call this Mom's Gelatin, because it doesn't resemble the brand-name stuff in anything but texture.

I started making my own gelatin maybe two years ago. I have one child with an unfortunate tendency to frequent digestive upsets. When liquid diets are prudent, gelatin is one of the very few things that can be more or less eaten, rather than consumed as a drink. It's interesting how much one misses chewing when on a liquid diet. Gelatin requires a little chewing, which makes it a nice break from juice or stock.

I didn't do a whole lot of research into the best brand of gelatin. I just went online and bought one that looked good.

Grass-fed, unflavored, etc. With the unfortunate name of "Hearthy."

You can see that I wrote right on the bag the proportion of gelatin to liquid. I had to figure that out for myself, because all the recipes I found online for homemade gelatin were from keto people who wanted as much gelatin as possible. Those recipes made a very, very firm gelatin. That wasn't what I was going for. I wanted something as much like the texture of the name-brand Jello as possible. After some experimentation, I settled on 3 cups liquid to 2 tablespoons gelatin powder.

The next thing I learned was how important it is to dissolve the gelatin all the way. The general recommendation is to sprinkle the gelatin powder over cold water and let it sit for a bit before stirring it into hot liquid. I don't do that. I just sprinkle it over the hot liquid right in the dish and then vigorously whisk it until it's dissolved. If I see any little lumps, I just fish them out with a spoon.

Flavor is really where this is different from store-bought gelatin. Whatever liquid the gelatin is mixed with needs to be a clear juice. I don't have strawberry or raspberry juice to imitate the flavorings used in the name-brand stuff. What I make most often is lemon gelatin. That's just lemonade--sugar, boiling water, bottled lemon juice, and for this a bit of salt as I'm trying to hydrate the eater--with the gelatin mixed in. 

For the child who loves switchel, I'll make switchel with all boiling water and mix in the gelatin. I have also successfully used the liquid poured off of home-canned pears and apples, which makes a gelatin that tastes like apple cider. I bet peach juices would work as well, although I haven't had enough of that to try yet.

It takes a few hours to set the gelatin properly, so it needs to be made well ahead of time. And then you give it to the sick child and cross your fingers that solid food can be consumed before you have to make another batch.

Snapshots: Spring Themed

A rare selfie at a track meet in which I am not hiding from the blazing sun under my dorky Mom hat. 

The sun was just starting to come out, but most of the meet was cool, cloudy, and windy. Except for the wind, it was such a relief.

After a too-long hiatus from running, I'm easing myself back in with intervals of running and walking.

This week's intervals were too random for me to remember easily, so I wrote it on my hand. I felt kind of like a fourth grader trying to remember homework.

The last of the spring bulbs bloomed in the heat just before Easter and we had a very random assortment on the table.

So long, daffodils and tulips.

And now I have some very exotic flowers on the bookcase, thanks to the purchased flowers for the Easter altar.

The only time of year I'll have store-bought flowers in my house.

Speaking of the altar flowers, I've started culling the wilting ones and rearranging what's left every week until I don't have any in good shape anymore. For this week, I used all the flowers in the arrangement in front of the lectern to fill in the main arrangement where I had to take flowers out. I also cut some lilacs to help fill things out.

More purple in it now, which is not totally liturgically correct for Easter, but oh well.

The arrangements on the saints' pedestals had held up pretty well and only needed a little re-arranging.

The potted hyacinths and tulips had finished blooming, so I just took those home and left the Easter lilies in front of the Holy Family.

Finally, as always, we dyed our hardboiled eggs for our after-church Easter egg hunt and then I made them into deviled eggs.

I am very basic with my deviled eggs: just mayonnaise, mustard, salt, and pepper in the mashed yolks, with paprika on top.

One of our guests at dinner had never heard of doing an egg hunt with real eggs. He's seventeen, so maybe it's a generational thing? I don't remember plastic eggs being a big thing when I was a kid, but it does seem to be all you see now. I refuse just because I'm stubborn and I don't like plastic. Nor do I wish to have more seasonal things to store. Plus, then we wouldn't have deviled eggs after church. 

I concede that I am counter-cultural in this, however. As in so many other things.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.