Although I am sure my brother would say that it’s not a real holiday unless there’re potatoes. But it’s after 12:00 noon, and I am still in pajamas cooking, and I’ve made:
2 pies, rhubarb-cherry, based on my rhubarb-strawberry pie, with cherries in the amount I usually use of rhubarb, and the rhubarb the amount of strawberry; and lemon with a cracker crust, kind of like this. I used Ritz crackers and more of them – the crust mixture seemed way too buttery. I took some pics of the rhubarb pie, but the lemon doesn’t look like much yet – it’ll be ugly until it gets topped with whipped cream
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a big spinach salad, because they gave me a huge bunch of spinach in my CSA box Thursday, and it has few leaves of arugula in it too, with hard boiled egg, and red dressing (shallots, ketchup, oil, cidar vinegar, honey, mustard, Worcestershire), and bacon, and croutons
the set up for layered bean dip, with a spicy refried bean base (cranberry & yellow eye Rancho Gordo beans I made Rach’s last visit that we didn’t eat) , topped with corn salsa, made from the last of my last summer’s corn and roasted poblanos from the freezer, and tomatoes and spring purple onion from yesterday’s market, and radishes from my CSA box, and lime juice, and even though the beans have sour cream and cheese in them, more of both of those, to be served served with corn chips
Pulled barbecue chicken that I wimped out and roasted in the oven – it is awaiting me going to bone it and put the meat into the sauce, that I also need to make. I coked the chicken liver for the cats, and they all seemed to like, although Khan was worrying me yesterday – he doesn’t like his special kibble too much, but I think he just has to get used to it.
Chicken waiting to be boned – I couldn’t get it all the way in half so I butterflied it, and rubbed it with the dry brine salt & spices last night. I roasted the neck, that’s what looks like it’s coming out of its ass – for chicken stock.
Along with the bean dip, I’m going to put out a baguette with some goat cheese and olives and sun-dried tomatoes.
And there’s ice cream to go with the pies.
And I hear people are bringing asparagus, and tuna, and brats for the grill, and baked beans and ramen salad, and more …
So, like I said, the universe is telling me not to make potatoes. It’s telling me to go eat some breakfast and bone that chicken. And to drink an iced coffee with vanilla syrup and milk.