Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler

I didn’t even write on Sunday this week. Now it’s the Monday before Fat Tuesday, and I just got the turkey gizzards from Thanksgiving out of the freezer, for making dirty rice tomorrow, and set out milk, butter, and eggs to warm up for making a King Cake today tomorrow morning.

I guess the first key thing of the past week is cold. We’ve still been walking and occasionally someone with a dog will admire that we’re walking in the below zero without even a dog, sort of the reverse of mad dogs and Englishmen, I guess. Yesterday it was so cold that we saw hardly anyone, though. And the other is  impeachment trial farce, with the not unexpected by still horrifying outcome. Remember Chris Bourg, from the day of the insurrection:

From where I’m sitting in the sunroom, I can almost hear someone on NPR on the radio in the kitchen talking about what kind of charges against Trump will stick. Oh I see, it’s this story, Steve Inskeep interviewing a constitutional law scholar, Michael McConnell, who just concluded that it’s other civil charges that will take Trump down. Even f’ing Mitch McConnell (no relation, evidently) wants that.

On food, I think I left off with the Super Bowl snacks last Sunday. Besides the deviled eggs, we had hot dogs wrapped in bacon, nachos, warm spinach dip, carrot sticks and oatmeal cookie ice cream sandwiches. But now (Monday morning) the laundry’s done so I need to get to work, and will have to finish this tonight.

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Here’s today’s Monday breakfast.

Last Monday morning, I smooshed the last of the deviled eggs onto buttered toast for breakfast, and then later I made the spinach dip into an omelette for dinner. With potatoes.

Tuesday night I had class, so I had some soup and a bagel. I thawed out a bag of bagels that’d been in the freezer since spring. I’ve been baking so much bread, there didn’t seem to to be any point in bagels. They were a bit too dried out but peanut butter fixed that.

Wednesday we hot dogs and pork & beans. The beans had cooked in broth that I’d made by simmering Saturday night’s pork chops, and the meat was what I pulled off the pork chop bones.

Thursday we had stir fry noodles with pork – still meat pulled off those chops – and almond flour brownies.

Friday night we had turkey meatballs and pasta with roasted tomato sauce from the freezer. I drank a glass of wine, and I poured another to drink wheil we watched a movie – The Sound of Metal – but I never drank it and poured it down the drain after the movie. I think we tried to see Sound of Metal at TIFF the last time we wee there in 2019, but couldn’t get in.

Saturday morning was kind of a horror show. I tried not to watch the news, and did my virtual yoga class, and then when I picked up my phone to leave to drive over to pick up our Madison Farmers Unite order, there was a headline that  the Democrats were calling witnesses. I thought that was a good sign. But it didn’t really make any difference. I made masks in the afternoon, Jen’s pictures on the outside, Deb’s pictures on the inside, a layer of fusible interfacing inside, so they’re triple layer masks for the end of the pandemic.

I treated myself to coffee on the way home; I feel pampered when they bring it to my car. Going to the farmers market pandemic style: I order online. I drive to this coffee place, and give them my order number and they bring out a bag for me speakeasy style. Then I get back in the car and order coffee from another coffee place using an app, and drive there, where they bring it to my car. Then I go home.

Downside of online ordering – I ordered a two pack of brats and you were supposed to specify the kinds you wanted in the notes when you checked out. I forgot and kept saying, well they’ll give me something plain, right? I got one pack of sweet Philly cream cheese brats, and one pack of Greenbush red wine Italian brats. Give them to the food pantry and order regular beer brats next time? Maybe.

Here’s a gallery of foods, etc. of the week.

And it’s that week in February when both my mom and Eustace Tilley have their birthday. And George Washington, too.