No grilling. No parties or friends over. No biking.
Lots of rain, and flash flood warnings, and sopping up the basement on Friday night. Now they say we’re under an areal flood warning – I guess that’s when there might be flooding due to slow seepage, instead of flash.
On Friday I left work early, so that was somewhat holiday-ish. Anna went to the cross country team potluck, and Mark and I had bacon & tomato sandwiches for dinner. I had mine on some home made whole wheat focaccia that was a little too soggy on the bottom. I should have followed my instinct to take it out of the pan and cook it on the oven rack for a few minutes but I didn’t. I was feeling headachey and tired, and eating seemed to help, so I did. Before the sandwiches I know I had some crackers and cheese and olives, and I think there was something else too.
Saturday Anna had her first cross country meet out in Verona. There was a bus to take the kids out there, so Mark and I just had to be there in time for her race at 11:00, which meant we could start by going to the farmers market. We had to drive, unfortunately, due to the rain, but it was nicely UN-crowded, also due to the rain.
There was a lot of corn at the market
We did various this’s & that’s the rest of the day.
I had a bagel for breakfast, half cream cheese & tomato and Tabasco, half cream cheese & apricot jam
I know I did some work, and we finished the day by going to see Crazy Rich Asians, followed by late dinner at Cafe Hollander. I had a small order of frites with curry ketchup, that I think I could make by adding good curry power to regular ketchup, and a salad.
Sunday morning I made cherry muffins, and then went for a walk.
Does the cherry filling look like little smiley mouths?
Anna and I drove out to the Shoebox flood sale, but didn’t find anything to buy. I made my version of burst cherry tomato tart for dinner, and it was not a hit with the kid, although that could’ve been due to the tenders and ice cream we got at Culvers on the way back. Didn’t buy shoes, hadda buy something.
Monday morning I made chilaquiles for brunch – also not a hit with the kid. The day before I’d fried up all the peppers from the vegetable drawer – half a red bell, and an orange and a red fryer, all from CSA, and half a jalapeno from the market. I also made a batch of enchilada sauce. For the chilaquiles, I fried a few old corn tortillas then re-heated the pepper mix, added some peeled seeded diced tomato and some enchilada sauce, and mixed the fried tortillas in. Cooked eggs on top and sprinkled with some sheeps milk feta I bought for newly-lactose-intolerant Rach’s last visit. Yum, to me – my egg was perfect – but not to Anna.
Then I went off to Goodman to prep for the pantry meal. Again by car, because again, rain. We got to use the big kitchen because everything was closed for Labor Day. I made a blueberry maple coffee cake from a recipe of Terese’s that I think I better write down before I forget. It was really good.
Sunday night we had extra gooey warm s’more brownies. Even the recipe said to cool them completely before cutting, but allowed as how they were good warm.
I just wanted to write more about food than flooding. This morning I biked to the community center to serve the breakfast and it was the first time I was out on two wheels in I couldn’t remember how long, probably five days. It felt great in the morning; at 1:00 when I biked into work and it was 82° and 76% humidity, not so much.
I was going to make enchiladas Tuesday night, but since Anna didn’t like the chilequiles with the enchilada sauce, I made a half a batch of pasta with sausage and cream, using broccoli instead of greens. And froze the enchilada sauce for future. I tried to get sweet Italian sausage but the co-op only had hot. I think we have a language problem right now with spicy-tangy vs. spicy-hot, because when we ate at Hollander something in her bruschetta made her cough. Mark asked her if it was spicy meaning hot but I think it was the reduced balsamic. Similarly I think it might not’ve been the heat of the chilaquiles that bothered her, but the tangy sheeps milk feta. Anyways she ate the pasta fairly happily till she asked if there was anything spicy in it and when I said yes she stopped. Disappointing for the cook.