I haven't written about food in a while and it isn't because I'm not cooking. I'm still cooking and baking a decent amount, I just haven't taken pictures. The cooking usually isn't a problem with Little Lady; it is the actually getting to eat that is difficult at times. Getting to eat while rocking and not spilling on her head, now that is a challenge.
Even though I don't have pictures, here a few things we've enjoyed
lately. Spinach stuffed chicken Parmesan, hot lava cake- and it was so
worth the calories, Thai peanut pizza, Strip steak with a burgundy
sauce, Philly cheese steaks on homemade rolls with the leftover steak,
creamy white bean Tuscan pasta...the list goes on and on and I'd have to
look at my Pinterest account to remember everything. Love that
Pinterest for food! It is almost a good as my Cooks Illustrated
Last night I made a quinoa cooked with beer, mushrooms, and onions. I
had never had quinoa because it seems really expensive in the grocery
store. But I got a package of it for my birthday, we tried it, and it
was really good. Yes, ingredients and cooking supplies are highly
sought after gifts in this household. Right up there with Mrs. Meyer's
geranium scented laundry detergent. Seriously. But back to the food.
The quionoa was pretty good! Little Man wasn't a fan, which surprised me; he
just picked out and ate all the mushrooms and begged for my portion of
the side dish, which I selfishly wouldn't share.
The side dish was roasted beets and sweet potatoes tossed in fresh basil
and goat cheese. It was so good. I could eat that all day long. And
so could Little Man. Love the colors, too. Aren't you glad I remembered to
take a few bad pictures? :) We can't all be Kelle Hamptons...
This morning I stayed up after the 5 am feeding with Little Lady and made
Irish soda bread muffins for breakfast. It was such a great morning.
The smells of coffee and muffins permeated the house, we had time to eat
and get dressed without rushing. Great way to start the day.
And then I brought Little Man's clothes into the bathroom so he could get
dressed and went to flush the urinal since he is incapable of flushing.
Yes, I did say urinal, but let's save that story for another day. He's
five and doesn't flush, no big surprise, right? Anyway, the pee was
bright red. Bright red! I gasped and loudly exclaimed "Holy Crap!" and
then started in with the twenty questions about how he was feeling,
etc. as I rushed around the house looking for my phone so I could call Hubs, who conveniently just finished a Urology rotation. Having a doc
around the house is handy! I went from relaxed to quite frazzled in
about 2 seconds as I racked my brain trying to figure out just what the
heck was wrong with my son. Agghhh!!!
And then I remembered we had beets for dinner. Aahhh.
Just in case you forgot, St. Patrick's Day is Saturday. Most towns have
parades, most pubs have green beer, most houses have green food
coloring that can be added to milk, cookies, pancakes, etc. When we
were little, my mom would put a few drops of green food coloring in the
bottom of the cereal bowl and put the cereal in the bowl. Then when we
sat down to eat, she would pour in the white milk which would magically
turn green! It was so cool. Even in high school...
We do St. Patrick's Day. It is our holiday and we do it right.
Last year I wrote about how it feels to me like it belongs to Jameson
and it still does. Celebrating all things Irish is celebrating the life
of my sweet Irish Prince.
So Saturday, wear a little green, eat a little green, sing Whiskey in the Jar...do something Irish in honor of my boy. We will be living it up and celebrating him all weekend long. I even got new socks.