Lamers, yes, but we still managed to do some fun things, and I cooked a lot. We saw two movies, neither of which was overwhelmingly good, but still entertaining.
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On Friday to start off the long weekend, we went to see Our Kind of Traitor and then came home and ate assorted fruit crisps with ice cream: the cherry crisp I’d taken to the Goodman volunteer potluck on Thursday, from a recipe that got slammed on Epicurious, but I liked it; I cooked the cherries a little before adding the topping and reduced the butter; and another that I’d made before ALA – that was still good but a little dried out, this streusel on top of rhubarb sauce.
On Saturday we went to the farmer’s market. I’d gotten a CSA box on Thursday so I was trying not to buy too much. I was pretty good – got beets and tomatoes and eggs and sugar snaps and a few potatoes. I made roasted vegetable tomato sauce with the tomatoes, and fennel and zucchini and basil from the box (not shown) and rhubarb sauce (shown) – there was also rhubarb in my CSA box. For dinner we had pork stirfry with noodles, bok choy from the CSA box before this one, and snow peas from the current box. I made baked beans and over-baked them just a little – I was going to leave them in for 15 more minutes, and forgot about them for two hours. I climbed up on the counter to get a clean casserole to transfer the beans to, to leave the burned crust behind before it flavored the rest of the beans, and when I was getting down I tipped the stool and it whacked me a good one on the right shin. The beans had a good flavor when we ate them with ribs on Monday, though – no bacon in them, but I cooked the onions in a big spoonful of lard. It was really a porky weekend – stirfry Saturday, bacon & sausage Sunday, ribs and (over) baked beans with lard on Monday.
On Sunday we slept in a little with the cat. For breakfast I made a strata with zucchini and the fennel and basil I hadn’t used in the sauce the day before, and we ate it with fried potatoes and bacon and sausage. I put a little of the roasted tomato sauce on my strata, but Mark ate his without. We went to The Nice Guys at the cheap theater, no 70’s cliche left un-turned, and come to think of it, Russell Crowe’s looking pretty porky in it, too. For after the movie dessert we ate a nice yellow vanilla cake, topped with crème fraîche and blueberries and mashed strawberries.
Monday July 4 morning I walked, ate the last of the blueberries and mashed strawberries with yogurt for breakfast, and worked. I made ribs with a dry rub, and we biked over to Susan’s to eat them with the over-baked beans and flat bread with garlic scapes, and a chard leaf tartine and a chard stem gratin – all dishes Susan made with vegetables from Carl’s garden. We thought we might go to Memorial Union and watch American Graffiti outdoors instead of fireworks, but by the time we were back to the west side it was 8:30 and too late to get a seat. So we watched TV instead. No fireworks.
Tuesday I had a big salad for dinner with beets and egg and feta and croutons – no pork.