Snapshots: Very Away Football

If you've ever wondered what it might look like if you forget about eggs you're hardboiling for over an hour . . . 

Do not recommend.

Those went to the dogs, who did not complain.

I subbed at school for one of our special ed. teachers on Thursday. I thought these were funny.

I think the administration gave one of these to every staff member during last year's difficult move into the new school building.

This is in the math classroom. Our math teacher is a man, which makes this make more sense.

Yesterday was the first football game of the season. It was an away game. VERY away. Exactly 223 miles, one way. I went mostly so our junior high player could come home after his game, instead of waiting to take the bus after the varsity game and getting home at 2 a.m.

The first 100 miles of my drive looked like this.

The last 60 miles looked like this.

The intervening miles didn't feature much more of interest. New Mexico is a startingly empty state.

I did stop once in a random village to look at their church.

Unfortunately, it was locked, so I couldn't go in.

Cool stonework on the outside, though.

The athletic facility at the school I was going to was surprisingly nice for such a small school.

I particularly liked the roses that were planted all under the stands.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

Friday Food: Many Fish Cans

Friday 

Short version: Fish patties, mashed potatoes, green salad with vinaigrette

Long version: We had a lot of cans of fishy things hanging around. I buy 12-ounce cans of chunk white tuna; we got a bunch of small cans of chunk light tuna from commodities and the random boxes of food they're started sending home with the kids from school; and I had one old can of salmon in the pantry.

Sounds like fish patties to me!

The many cans I opened. I figure after cleaning up the salmon and draining all the water in these cans, I ended up with around two pounds of canned fish.

My family can eat astounding numbers of these patties, but one boy wasn't feeling well and another had been working all day in the heat and wasn't all that hungry, so we had a couple of leftover patties this time. That rarely happens.

Saturday

Short version: Western wedding food

Long version: The day we went to the ranch wedding and ate ribs and stuff.

Not elegant, but delicious.

Sunday

Short version: Italian sausage, pasta with pesto, radishes, pots de creme

Long version: The basil was trying to flower again and needed trimming, so I made pesto and then built the rest of the meal around that.

Pots de creme because I didn't feel like baking. Again. It's a theme in hot weather. I had just made it a couple of Sundays previous, but no one minded eating it again. Plus, Poppy helped me make it this time and one of her brothers helped me make it last time, so I'm passing down a very important family recipe.

Monday

Short version: Beans and rice with leftovers, canned peaches

Long version: Someone we know incubated a bunch of eggs and ended up with a lot of roosters. She asked us if we'd like them. We can always use home-raised chickens, but this was a LOT of roosters. Eleven, to be exact.

Butchering that many chickens is no fun. Especially when it's hot. Blood and feathers everywhere, the disgusting wet-dog smell of scalded feathers . . . yuck.

Anyway. We did it this day, and then no one was all that enthused about dinner. Certainly not for chicken. Plus, I was exhausted and in no mood to cook.

I made it easy on myself by thawing leftover pinto beans and mixing them with some rice I cooked. I also added the last diced-up link and a half of Italian sausage from the night before.

No vegetables, just canned peaches for a fruit/dessert.

Tuesday

Short version: Bacon cheeseburger sandwiches, cucumbers, ice cream

Long version: I only used one package of ground beef to make burger patties, but I made them as thin as I could and then gave the bigger eaters two patties on their sandwiches. The bacon helped to stretch them. I hadn't made buns, so I just cut the fresh bread I had made the day before.

I had been to Walmart this day, where I bought a gallon of Neopolitan ice cream, more than half of which was eaten after dinner.

Wednesday

Short version: Chicken-fried pork chops and gravy, mashed potatoes, sauerkraut

Long version: It turned out to be lucky that one boy was sick and didn't eat, because I only had five pork chops. Normally, I wouldn't eat one, but since there was an extra one, I had half of that. They sure are good cooked this way.

A. looked at this and asked, "Are we in Indiana?" He was referencing this sandwich, which I have never had, but I'm sure is delicious. And comically large.

Thursday

Short version: Leftover-leftovers with sausage, raw cabbage, ice cream

Long version: I subbed at school all day. Luckily, I had enough for the leftover rice and beans, to which I had already added leftover Italian sausage once to the leftovers, And then I used those leftovers for dinner, with the addition of a tube of Walmart's premium breakfast sausage. 

Low-effort, but filling. In other words, perfect for a work night.

Refrigerator check:

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

Check This Out

Remember when we talked about how Double Stuf Oreos now have as much of the cream filling as regular Oreos used to have in Ye Olden Days? And how many of you agreed with me about that?

Well! Here's an interesting new wrinkle. These are the Walmart brand Twist 'n' Shouts, with double filling. 

Well well well. Would you look at that.

That actually is double the amount of cream filling as the name-brand "Double Stuf" Oreos. 

Nice to know that Walmart, at least, isn't trying to cheat us out of our cream filling in their Twist 'n' Shouts. 

Oreo, take note. You're being outclassed by Walmart.

Snapshots: Ranch Wedding #2

I have gone years without going to a wedding, but now we're in a Wedding Season for sure. There was the giant ranch wedding in June. I'm going to my niece's wedding in Vermont in October. And just last night, we went to another (slightly less giant) ranch wedding.

This one was also for a young lady who works at the school. She married our Superintendent's son, and the wedding was on his family ranch. It was a little over an hour from us. This one was slightly less formal than the one we went to in June. However, given that the dress code is always just varying degrees of formality in Western dress, that mostly meant that it was the women who didn't dress up quite as much. The men still wore their carefully ironed jeans, button-ups, hats, and boots. 

Ironing in progress. Thankfully, the boys can all iron their own clothes now.

The women wore more-casual dresses and cowboy boots instead of heels.

I wore a long denim skirt and espadrille sandals. Boots would have been better, though, because there was no paved surface anywhere to be seen. Anyone foolish enough to wear thin heels would have been in big trouble.

The actual wedding service was on the edge of a river canyon, which required driving a bumpy track from the dirt road we came in on.

The track was very fine dirt, which kicked up a lot of dust and would have turned into an absolute quagmire had it rained at all.

There was no rain in sight, however, just a lot of sun. 

It was about a hundred-yard walk to the service, with no path to be seen.

The service was at 5:30 p.m., when it was still at least 90 degrees, but it was pretty short. I was thankful for this, given that we were all sitting on boards supported by hay bales in full sun.

The service was performed in front of this cross. Note the aisle made of cowhides. 

The bride and groom actually rode up to the aisle on their horses, the bride riding side saddle because of her long dress. This was the most Western wedding ever. But it wasn't performative or anything. This is really just the life these people live.

The service was very nice, and then we all got back in our cars and drove back to the dirt road for the reception. 

Walking to the reception. Another hundred yards or so, no paths to be seen.

This was near the cattle pens, which were close enough to a road that there was electricity. They set up awnings for shade, the band was on a flat-bed trailer, and the dance floor was plywood.

Unusually for a wedding--or any event--the food was ready when we got the reception. After signing the guest book, we all just filed past a food truck and got our dinner. No waiting for speeches or whatever, which was great.

The food was delicious, too. They didn't have a cake, just giant cupcakes, which were also very good.

I discovered when I was dancing with the eldest that they had coated the plywood in flour. This was to make it easier to spin, I guess, but it also made it surprisingly slippery. Once again, I would have been better off in boots. Espadrilles are not made for the two-step.

Anyway. It was a very fun wedding and we all had a good time.

One quick shot of this week's flowers before I go . . .

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

Friday Food: Hamburger Helper and Heart

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Friday 

Short version: Fish sandwiches, fried potatoes, carrot sticks

Long version: I had some trouble with this meal only because I didn't want to run the oven for the amount of time it would have taken to get the breaded fish fillets and potatoes crispy. I experimented with par-cooking the potatoes in the microwave first, to reduce the amount of time they would need to be in the oven, but it didn't make enough difference to be worth it.

In the end, I took the potatoes out of the oven and fried them on the stove to get them mostly crispy. They weren't as uniformly browned as they would have been in the oven, but good enough.

Not all the way crispy yet, but in progress.

I fried the fish fillets on the stovetop, and while they did get browned on the outside and thawed, they weren't as crispy as they could have been. They were fine for the sandwiches, though.

I made tartar sauce for the sandwiches, too, which makes everyone in my family happy.

Saturday

Short version: Confetti rice, watermelon

Long version: I thawed one package of smoked beef sausage and made rice with the chicken stock I had taken out of the freezer. Those two things, plus diced onion, garlic, bell pepper, frozen corn (I was going to use peas, but I found the corn first), collard greens, one of the many small cans of cream of chicken soup we got from commodities, and cream made up dinner.

One boy came into the kitchen just before dinner and looked into the skillet and asked what I called what was in there. 

Mom's Made-Up Meal? Nah, not catchy enough. Confetti rice sounded better.

This was okay, but needed more flavor.

Sunday

Short version: Hamburger gravy, mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, lazy fondue

Long version: Hamburger gravy is pretty much just like the hamburger steaks I make with gravy, except I just cooked the meat loose and then made the gravy in the pan with it. The children told me they like the hamburger steaks better, but that the hamburger gravy is okay too.

Lazy fondue is what I make for Sunday dessert when I really don't want to make a dessert. I had looked at some no-bake things, and man, those are more work than just baking something. Too many layers and beating things and chilling and on and on and on.

Much easier to just microwave some chocolate chips with coconut oil until melted for dipping marshmallows.

Monday

Short version: Sirloin steaks, leftover confetti rice, green salad with tartar sauce dressing, peanut butter cookies

Long version: I re-heated the rice in the skillet after I had fried the steaks, which gave it some more flavor. 

Tartar sauce works well as a salad dressing. At least, homemade tartar sauce does.

I forgot when I was making the peanut butter cookies in the morning that this is one of the few cookie recipes I don't double, and I put in double the number of eggs needed. Then I needed to add more of everything else, so I ended up with a LOT of cookies. No one minded.

Tuesday

Short version: Accidental hamburger helper, green peas, canned peaches

Long version: I started feeling a cold coming on the night before that was fully operational by this afternoon. Luckily, I had quite a bit of hamburger gravy left. I cooked some pasta and then made a sauce with another of those small cans of cream of chicken soup, heavy cream, milk, tomato sauce, and grated cheddar cheese, into which I added the meat to heat up. Then I dumped all of that over the cooked pasta.

And that is how I accidentally made something almost exactly like hamburger helper.

So as not to infringe on copywrite, perhaps I should call it Assisted Ground Beef.

I was a bit abashed that the football player got dropped off from an unusually short practice with his friend who needed to wait for his mom to come get him and he ended up eating with us. Hamburger helper--even a homemade version--is not the most stellar of meals to offer a guest, but luckily, post-football teenage boys are hungry enough that they'll eat anything.

Wednesday

Short version: Heart stir-fry with rice, brownies

Long version: I was staring into the chest freezer on Tuesday night, trying to decide what meat to take out for dinner this night, when Poppy wandered over and suggested I use the package of cow heart. 

Okay. At least someone made the decision for me.

I regretted this the next day, when I still wasn't feeling well from the cold I had, and was staring down a thawed heart. 

However. 

I was in the kitchen anyway, cooking for a teacher at our school who just got home after a two-week hospital stay with her son, so I went ahead and more or less made our dinner while I was making pasta and brownies for them.

First I had to trim the heart. It has a kind of membrane around the outside that needs to be removed.

Trimmed piece on the left, untrimmed piece on the right.

I had thought I might just fry slices of it, but there really wasn't a ton of meat. Also, heart meat is very lean and free of cartilage or anything, which makes it perfect for stir-fry. So that's what I used it for. I cut it all up into small pieces and put those in a marinade of soy sauce, oil, vinegar, ginger, and garlic powder.

I tend to do okay in the mornings when I'm sick and then go straight downhill in the afternoons, so I decided to do as much of the rest of the stir-fry as I could while I was still in the kitchen in the morning. Accordingly, I chopped and fried the onions, carrots, and collard greens that were going in the stir-fry. Then at dinnertime, I added garlic and frozen peas, plus the meat, and made the sauce.

Stir-fry, by the way, is an excellent use for the no-salt, no-sugar peanut butter we're been getting from commodities lately.

I made a double recipe of the brownies for the teacher so we could have some too. I carefully packaged up the nicely cut ones for her, leaving a container of the crumbly ones for us. And then I grabbed the wrong one when I brought her her food, so she ended up with crumbly brownies and we had the pretty ones. Oops.

Oh well, they all taste the same.

Thursday

Short version: Spanish tortilla

Long version: It's funny that I've been going through a period of having so many excess eggs on hand. Usually that happens in the spring, but here I am in September with eight dozen eggs in my refrigerator. I used 18 in the Spanish tortilla, which just had bacon, onion, spices, cheese, and some of the tomato sauce from the open can in the refrigerator. Besides the potatoes that are always in it, of course.

I made this in the morning so it would be ready when everyone got home from school. I went to the volleyball game after school with Poppy, which is why I needed something for everyone else to just grab when they got home.

Refrigerator check:

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

A Steak Memory

Poppy's best friend comes home with her from school every Monday to play until her mom comes to pick her up after football practice. This works out very well for the girls, who are in different grades and would otherwise not see each other much.

This means that her friend eats dinner with us every Monday. Last night, we had steak. Before dinner, I asked her friend if she likes her steak more well-done or more rare. She said more well-done, and she accordingly got one of the thinner pieces that wasn't very red.

As I was choosing her piece of steak, I remembered when I was a guest at dinner at one of my best friend's houses, in high school. Her dad was grilling steak, and he asked me how I liked it. Well-done, I replied. The steak he gave me was SO FAR from well-done. It was, in fact, very bloody. 

Her dad was from Texas, which is probably why he considered a steak that was bleeding all over the plate to be well-done. Or maybe he was trying to teach me a lesson, since people who like their steaks rare tend to feel disdain for those of us who do not.

I of course ate the steak to be polite, but I didn't enjoy it.

Most of my family likes their steak pretty rare, which requires some deliberate attention on my part so I don't overcook it. Poppy agrees with me, though, and doesn't like bloody meat, so I usually cook one piece a little more for us.

We never all agree, as usual.

So tell me! How do you like your steak?

 

Snapshots: Some Misadventures

First, take a look at the fruit on this can of raspberry-lime Polar seltzer A. brought home.

Those raspberries look awfully grape-like to me.

I went into school to sub for just the afternoon. I was taking over for what used to be S.T.E.A.M. (science, technology, engineering, art, and math), and is now M.A.S.H. (music, art, Spanish, and health). 

I was reminded during the quiet prep period between classes how much I hate ticking clocks.

Ticktickticktick...haaaate.

I did like this sign outside the preschool room, though.

A. drove my Honda to town on Friday and had an unfortunate run-in--literally--with a wild turkey.

You should've seen the turkey. (It's dead.)

Odin had an unfortunate run-in of his own, with a dog that lives up by the post office. This very large dog is not usually out, but she was one day last week, and she beat up Odin pretty good. He had a wound on his shoulder that I was watching, hoping it would heal on its own. But of course, dogs are always licking at things, and that was making it worse, not better.

We don't have one of those cone collars that vets use to keep dogs from licking at wounds, so we had to improvise. After putting on the wound dressing liquid and a gauze pad, we wrapped it all up around his belly with vet wrap. And then topped it all off by putting a t-shirt on him.

A picture of a dejected dog.

Odin is not enjoying his experience with dog clothing. I do not think I will be buying him any cute little sweaters for the winter.

And last, this week's flowers.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.