in the kitchen
K and I had a great beach day on Saturday. The weather was perfect and I fell asleep a couple of times. I got into the ocean up to my ankles (still too cold) and am now a little sunburned.
We stopped at K's mom's, on the way home, and she fed us an old family favorite which involves minced Muenster cheese, onion, mayo and Worcestershire sauce (I KNOW!) and K put an air conditioner in her window. For weeks we've been worried about how he'd lift it alone and, after we saw it, he hefted it with only mild difficulty. Silly us.
Anyway, having filled up on Cheese Muck On Toast (as it is fondly called) and a couple of cool beers, we headed home.
Our plan for dinner (for the boys) was burritos of leftover beans and rice and pork. K makes excellent burritos, fyi. But, when we walked into the kitchen, it became obvious that the boys had already thought of burritos for lunch!
I had to take Middle and Youngest out to pick up their Father's Day presents (yes, Father's Day, no, I don't think he cares about it, especially) so we went in search of dinner as well.
Long story short (though I have gone ON): screwdrivers are easier/harder to find than I thought and two stores had no milk. We ended up at the Japanese grocer where I bought a variety of dumplings/potstickers (which actually DO stick to pots) and some bok choy.
So, THEN I decided I'd like to make a Blueberry Lemon Buckle* for K for Sunday's breakfast just as K realized we only had a tablespoon of dumpling sauce to go with dinner.
Did I mention that he had also decided to make ice cream?
Coffee Heath Bar Crunch was in production on one side of the kitchen.
Blueberry Buckle was being prepped on the other side of the room.
Dumpling sauce was being whisked up in the middle.
There was a moment when K was in danger of adding Mirin to his cream.
We steamed and fried all the goodies and boiled up some Edemame and had a feast.
The Buckle? Supreme.
*A recipe from the blog of a former co-worker - and a wonderful, beautifully written blog even if you don't cook.
We stopped at K's mom's, on the way home, and she fed us an old family favorite which involves minced Muenster cheese, onion, mayo and Worcestershire sauce (I KNOW!) and K put an air conditioner in her window. For weeks we've been worried about how he'd lift it alone and, after we saw it, he hefted it with only mild difficulty. Silly us.
Anyway, having filled up on Cheese Muck On Toast (as it is fondly called) and a couple of cool beers, we headed home.
Our plan for dinner (for the boys) was burritos of leftover beans and rice and pork. K makes excellent burritos, fyi. But, when we walked into the kitchen, it became obvious that the boys had already thought of burritos for lunch!
I had to take Middle and Youngest out to pick up their Father's Day presents (yes, Father's Day, no, I don't think he cares about it, especially) so we went in search of dinner as well.
Long story short (though I have gone ON): screwdrivers are easier/harder to find than I thought and two stores had no milk. We ended up at the Japanese grocer where I bought a variety of dumplings/potstickers (which actually DO stick to pots) and some bok choy.
So, THEN I decided I'd like to make a Blueberry Lemon Buckle* for K for Sunday's breakfast just as K realized we only had a tablespoon of dumpling sauce to go with dinner.
Did I mention that he had also decided to make ice cream?
Coffee Heath Bar Crunch was in production on one side of the kitchen.
Blueberry Buckle was being prepped on the other side of the room.
Dumpling sauce was being whisked up in the middle.
There was a moment when K was in danger of adding Mirin to his cream.
We steamed and fried all the goodies and boiled up some Edemame and had a feast.
The Buckle? Supreme.
*A recipe from the blog of a former co-worker - and a wonderful, beautifully written blog even if you don't cook.
Comments
(don't panic...just kidding)
I LOVE your kitchen. Your shelves are great. And, I would kill for a 6 burner stove!
That gynormous Bialetti makes me laugh each time I get to see it.
I can taste every dish you describe, really.
BTW, sooooo jealous of your kitchen!
ice cream maker not majer and I'm Buying a bigger one this year, not buting a bigger one. Sorry 'bout that.
jbhat