In case you thought we were only eating ice cream around here, I shall put your mind at ease.
I make dinner nearly every single night (I will say that when Bart’s busy season starts and they have dinner at work every night for many weeks, I will probably need to start buying some Cinnamon Toast Crunch because I’m not exactly about to make a full dinner for just me).
Also, I just read Bill Bryson’s At Home for book club, and it talked about a country parson who kept a very meticulous diary for some 40 years, but was, in large part, just a record of what he ate (a critic, apparently, called it “little more than a chronicle of gluttony.”) Bill Bryson says that when the man’s sister died, he expressed sorrow, but also mentioned the turkey they had for dinner. When the Bastille fell, the man noted it as well, but spent far more time detailing his dinner. I feel a little like that man today.
- Huevos Rancheros in Tortilla Cups (Bart was very wary of these, but they turned out to be delicious)
- Cobb Salad (whoa, this was so ridiculously good) (I used this ranch dressing instead of the vinaigrette)
- Chocolate Raspberry Scones
- Bananas and Blackberries
- Pizza (It’s nice if you think I prepped enough to do the pizza dough the night before, but clearly, I did the quick and easy one. Go easy on the flour. I also let mine sit in the fridge for about an hour before I rolled it out)
- Green Salad
- Cashew Chicken (I love love love this recipe. And I don’t even like cashews (my mom thinks I might have been switched at the hospital))
- Sauteed Zucchini (Ella LOVED this)
- Mango and Blackberries
What did people DO before cooking blogs?