Last week was a good food week. A really, really good food week. We had an acorn squash and pesto pasta one night with fresh Italian bread. We had eggs florentine. Totally a breakfast food, but now that I'm working afternoons, we end up eating eggs a lot for dinner. So quick and yummy. And how is this not good enough for dinner???
We had crockpot pork tenderloin with tomatoes and green chiles,
hand-pulled and made into tacos with homemade guacamole and Tillamook
And then we had pizza. Pizza. PIZZA. We made three pies and had some
of our favorite people over to break the bread together. We did a
traditional red sauce pizza with freshly roasted bell peppers, sausage,
and mushrooms. We also had a hot wing pizza: homemade hot wing sauce,
celery, onions, chicken breast, and blue cheese. And then we tried a
new one: curried pumpkin pizza. The sauce was a pumpkin puree with
curry and other spices and we topped it with broccoli, spinach, and
mushrooms. And of course, all the pies have mozz on top.
Yum. And to wash it all down, Hubby has a Rye IPA and Black IPA on tap
right now, too. It was better than going out for dinner. Way
better...even before we got to dessert.
Ahem. Dessert deserves a moment of silence before we delve in.
Creme Brulee. It got really quiet in the kitchen as we all ate
dessert. The only sounds were some moans and the clinking of spoons as
everyone scraped the ramekins clean. It was bowl-licking good.
All I could think as I ate that creme brulee is that I.Have.Arrived.
Not sure why this pushed me over the edge; it really isn't even that
difficult to make. But this, in my mind, is a feat. And I now feel
I've officially lived up to my domestic goddess title. I'm maybe as
proud of this as that deboned bird from last Thanksgiving. That was a
lot of work...
Sigh. And now it is gone, my pants are a little tighter, and the sink
is FULL to the brim with 2 day old pots and pans waiting to be shiny and