stay-at-home-all-day-day
Sep. 4th, 2010 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7There were thoughts of going out on the town today, mostly prompted by the loud announcer for the football game across the street, but none came to pass. Around about Thursday I realized that I had Saturday, Sunday, AND Monday off, in a row, and so did Z, and we weren't going anywhere, and nobody was coming to visit us, and so we were rather wild with excitement at the prospect. Thursday night while I was at roller derby practice (oh yes, that's started up again) Z went grocery shopping, and so we are well-provisioned. Any leaving of the house is going to be strictly voluntary.
Today I kept meaning to go out, but never did. I abandoned myself to a decadent afternoon nap-- snuggled under the feather duvet-- from about 2 to 3:30, and then we started making dinner. Today was all about homemade happy-food. Breakfast was a baked pancake, which recipe I've surely posted*, topped with sliced peaches, nearly but not quite overripe, which I'd bought at the Troy Farmer's Market last week. I'd macerated the peaches in sugar and a tiny bit of triple sec and rum while I made the rest of breakfast, and to drink we had some fair trade coffee from Mom's coffee guy at the market. Mm I love that stuff.
Then for lunch we had leftover Swiss Cheese and Onion Soup (from Mom's Moosewood Cookbook) with tuna melts on rye.
And dinner? Beer can chicken! I know that's totally a 2000 thing, but it's just enough more interesting than roasting a chicken in the oven that you can get a man to do it. (J/k. But Z *did* do it; roasting chickens in the oven is my job, but if it's on the grill, I don't know how to do it. I don't-- I grew up in a culture where they were absent. Really! My amazing cook of a mother doesn't even own one, let alone know how to use one. Yes, we boiled hot dogs when I was a kid. Don't look at me like that. At least the burgers were bRoiled.)
I did make potatoes on the grill. I have two old aluminum pie pans that were probably meant to be disposable, but I keep reusing them for this-- dice a couple of potatoes, toss them in olive oil and herbs (garlic, thyme, oregano, seasoned salt etc), cover the pie pans with tinfoil, put onto the grill for 45 minutes. They came out really well.
I've no dessert plans, but I have had a whole lot of homemade margaritas (made with simple syrup, lime juice, triple sec (my kingdom for a bottle of Cointreau!), and tequila). So I don't know that I need dessert.
Tomorrow I'm hoping for bacon and an omelet. Mmm. And oh yeah I gotta make soup out of that chicken.
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* If you missed it, baked pancake is dead easy. You melt 4 Tbsp of butter in a 12" round pan in a 425 F oven. While it's melting, you mix 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup flour, and 2 eggs. Pour that mixture into the hot pan-- I use a cast iron skillet, Mom used a Pyrex pie pan-- and bake the whole thing for 15 minutes. Pull it out, dust it liberally with powdered sugar, and stick it back in the oven while you get everything ready (about 2-3 minutes). Then haul it out, sprinkle it with lemon juice, and serve it immediately with jam or syrup or, as I've found, fresh fruit.
It's eggy, spectacular (it puffs up pretty awesomely) and crispy, and not too sweet-- put sweet things on it. Mmmmm. Also warms up the house nicely on a cold morning.
Today I kept meaning to go out, but never did. I abandoned myself to a decadent afternoon nap-- snuggled under the feather duvet-- from about 2 to 3:30, and then we started making dinner. Today was all about homemade happy-food. Breakfast was a baked pancake, which recipe I've surely posted*, topped with sliced peaches, nearly but not quite overripe, which I'd bought at the Troy Farmer's Market last week. I'd macerated the peaches in sugar and a tiny bit of triple sec and rum while I made the rest of breakfast, and to drink we had some fair trade coffee from Mom's coffee guy at the market. Mm I love that stuff.
Then for lunch we had leftover Swiss Cheese and Onion Soup (from Mom's Moosewood Cookbook) with tuna melts on rye.
And dinner? Beer can chicken! I know that's totally a 2000 thing, but it's just enough more interesting than roasting a chicken in the oven that you can get a man to do it. (J/k. But Z *did* do it; roasting chickens in the oven is my job, but if it's on the grill, I don't know how to do it. I don't-- I grew up in a culture where they were absent. Really! My amazing cook of a mother doesn't even own one, let alone know how to use one. Yes, we boiled hot dogs when I was a kid. Don't look at me like that. At least the burgers were bRoiled.)
I did make potatoes on the grill. I have two old aluminum pie pans that were probably meant to be disposable, but I keep reusing them for this-- dice a couple of potatoes, toss them in olive oil and herbs (garlic, thyme, oregano, seasoned salt etc), cover the pie pans with tinfoil, put onto the grill for 45 minutes. They came out really well.
I've no dessert plans, but I have had a whole lot of homemade margaritas (made with simple syrup, lime juice, triple sec (my kingdom for a bottle of Cointreau!), and tequila). So I don't know that I need dessert.
Tomorrow I'm hoping for bacon and an omelet. Mmm. And oh yeah I gotta make soup out of that chicken.
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* If you missed it, baked pancake is dead easy. You melt 4 Tbsp of butter in a 12" round pan in a 425 F oven. While it's melting, you mix 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup flour, and 2 eggs. Pour that mixture into the hot pan-- I use a cast iron skillet, Mom used a Pyrex pie pan-- and bake the whole thing for 15 minutes. Pull it out, dust it liberally with powdered sugar, and stick it back in the oven while you get everything ready (about 2-3 minutes). Then haul it out, sprinkle it with lemon juice, and serve it immediately with jam or syrup or, as I've found, fresh fruit.
It's eggy, spectacular (it puffs up pretty awesomely) and crispy, and not too sweet-- put sweet things on it. Mmmmm. Also warms up the house nicely on a cold morning.
