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You know, there are some days where you couldn't pay me enough to cook anything, and then there are days like today where i am become cooking tornado. I'm reminded of a bit of a long ago story I didn't write but was nevertheless written about my gang of friends at the time, and the charachter analogous to me had a regular night where she was in charge of dinner. The writer kinda had me pegged: the comment was made that the rest of the gathered company didn't know whether they were getting peanut butter sandwiches or a six course gourmet meal made from scratch. Yep. That's me.
Anyway, I got up mad early today, borrowed the Manbeast's car, went to the Amherst farmer's market, stopped in a couple other places for ingredients and other supplies, came home, and spent the next few hours chopping up stuff/running the food processor/blanching and peeling tomatoes. End result is that there is a large crock pot of tomato sauce bubbling away on the counter, which it will do until at least midnightish, if not later. Which is completely unfair because it smells fucking FANTASTIC now. As well as that (because if I was chopping up/mincing shit, I was gonna do it all in one go) there's a large mixing bowl of the dry bits of the split pea soup waiting its turn in the crock pot. And the orange juice chicken I'm making for dinner is cheerfully marinating in the fridge - just needs to be popped out and cooked. Later there will also be lemon rice to go with it and some kind of veggie... thing. Maybe. Whatever, it will be dinner.
So all that plus cleaning the kitchen was a butt-ton of work, but I think the delicious that will ensue will be worth it.
I also learned something quite dangerous today: Liquors 44 may not sell the 11.95 bottle of Licor 43, sadly (and I still don't feel like I can indulge myself in buying a $25 big bottle of the stuff) however they DO sell it in $2.30 nips. CRAVING ASSUAGED, mama's having delicious creamsicle cocktail later.
Now I have to figure out what to do with several large leftover tomatoes, a small bowl of minced carrot greens, and most of a bottle of burgundy wine, if no one claims them....
And now for something completely different... WTF Doctor Who??? Brain... broken...
Anyway, I got up mad early today, borrowed the Manbeast's car, went to the Amherst farmer's market, stopped in a couple other places for ingredients and other supplies, came home, and spent the next few hours chopping up stuff/running the food processor/blanching and peeling tomatoes. End result is that there is a large crock pot of tomato sauce bubbling away on the counter, which it will do until at least midnightish, if not later. Which is completely unfair because it smells fucking FANTASTIC now. As well as that (because if I was chopping up/mincing shit, I was gonna do it all in one go) there's a large mixing bowl of the dry bits of the split pea soup waiting its turn in the crock pot. And the orange juice chicken I'm making for dinner is cheerfully marinating in the fridge - just needs to be popped out and cooked. Later there will also be lemon rice to go with it and some kind of veggie... thing. Maybe. Whatever, it will be dinner.
So all that plus cleaning the kitchen was a butt-ton of work, but I think the delicious that will ensue will be worth it.
I also learned something quite dangerous today: Liquors 44 may not sell the 11.95 bottle of Licor 43, sadly (and I still don't feel like I can indulge myself in buying a $25 big bottle of the stuff) however they DO sell it in $2.30 nips. CRAVING ASSUAGED, mama's having delicious creamsicle cocktail later.
Now I have to figure out what to do with several large leftover tomatoes, a small bowl of minced carrot greens, and most of a bottle of burgundy wine, if no one claims them....
And now for something completely different... WTF Doctor Who??? Brain... broken...
