Trying hard to remember the last couple of week’s food.
There was Passover, and then charoset muffins, which I enjoyed but neither Anna nor Mark would eat.
Last Friday we had beef enchiladas for dinner. I made a big batch of enchilada sauce using strained veggie broth that had been the base of our matzoh ball soup, 3 cartons to freeze, so I figured I should thaw and use the carton of sauce that I made and froze last September. I made 9 enchildas, we ate 3, and I froze 3 in a foil pan thinking I could send them home with John & Megan or Al & Emma sometime. Mark always enjoys the enchiladas the first time, but it’s always hard to get him to eat leftovers of any type and Anna, unlike our all of our other kids, natural & borrowed, who could always be counted on to pretty much hoover up enchiladas, doesn’t like Mexican as much.
I told you about the cheesecake & sweet tarts – those were eaten for the most part.
For dinner last Saturday, the snow day that wasn’t as dramatic as predicted, I made stove top mac & cheese and coleslaw (with a nice little head of Savoy cabbage I got at the co-op, my fave variety for coleslaw) and got out the last of the super bowl little weiners in dough. I made a banana cake too, with cream cheese frosting, and made some cinnamon graham cracker sammiches with the last of the frosting. We ate our cake in front of the movie Colette, with Keira Knightly & Dominic West.
And oh, yea, I thawed out some bacon & egg breakfast pizza that had been in the freezer since last May, and heated it and left it out while I was at yoga, and my leftovers-hating family – and me too – actually ate it.
Breakfast pizza
Sunday morning we had scrambled eggs with cheese on the side and bagels and fruit for breakfast, and chicken breasts with a rice and zucchini and ricotta casserole, using up the last of the brown rice that Rach had cooked for herself when she was here, for dinner. We’re doing special diets now – Rach was trying to avoid acidic foods, because she had recurring heartburn, and Anna has decided she doesn’t eat dairy.
Monday I got home on the early side, hungry, and ate Jarlsberg cheese melted over toast with coleslaw on top – food of my childhood. I had to go upstairs to run an online class at 6:30, but before I did that, I made a little dish of baked pasta with jarred tomato sauce, and the ends of bags of two different pasta shapes that I now have in the closet because Anna leaves them, and chicken & grated cheese left from Sunday. I put it into the oven to gently warm for when Anna got home from soccer practice – but that was how I found out she’s decided she’s off dairy – she left me a nice little note that she wouldn’t eat the pasta because of the cheese.
Tuesday Anna overslept and even though I kept asking if she was OK she went to school anyhow, but then came home after first hour. After work, I stayed downtown for a reception and left Anna to fend for herself. I think she made ramen.
Wednesday’s dinner was this rice without the saffron, and sliced almonds in place of sesame seeds in the topping, and lacinto kale for the greens. And used the last of some vegan butter I had in the fridge, in place of coconut oil. I had to go to the library and stopped at Metcalfe’s on the way home and got a rotisserie chicken thinking that’d provide plain meat for Anna – and me. I ate my rice with shredded chicken on top – it was quite good, and Anna ate it, although I snipped off a bit of my fingernail, julienne-ing the kale. Which made digging through drawers of clothes to pack for my trip to NYC a bit difficult, but that’s the next post.
