I know, I know what you're all thinking. You don't just make homemade baked donuts from scratch, insert a pair of English muffin bread loaves into your diehard repertoire, insist the fudginess of these quick, easy brownies didn't astound you in their refrigerated condition, unless you're bored.
And reckless. In search of the homeschooling solution my whole life, wherein self-directed learning takes the cake, and betting your life on all you know matters makes the difference you were looking for. A meal plan into it and everyone's fed, and nourished, and happy.
It's an easy balance knowing everything I need is in my pantry, should beans and tomatoes suddenly wage certain war, if headstrong romaine forces broccoli, cauliflower, and shredded carrots into convincing a tricolor cheese tortellini to embrace Alfredo, scooping in the Parmesan.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
My own new casserole
It sits well to have forgone the absentee cabbage, making acquaintance with oregano like never before raised the gold standard, that and pepper. You see, browning 3 lbs of ground pork and ground beef with two small diced onions to congratulate them on their togetherness, in public anyway. Behind closed doors you see what two cans of diced tomatoes are made of, two cups of water and a cup and a third of rice into the equation, and you've got the boiling to simmering down to a pattern.
Hope you remembered the 2 tsp oregano and gallon of pepper invited, just kidding it's only a teaspoon adopted from foster care. About twenty minutes later, if you've kept your pot covered, your goulash has morphed from cabbage roll ingredients to a Shepherd pie bottom. Sure you still mix the cupful of cheese in, gotta have your dairy. Layer the bottom of your 9 x 12 with half that 28 oz can of tomato sauce, having stirred the 2 tsp sugar and a tsp of dried oregano in, a 350 degree oven for 35-40 minutes will cover the magic.
Of course you're a stubborn old Capricorn goat like myself, and you layer 2 cups mixed frozen vegetables, awash in tomato sauce, atop goulash for another layer. Thank every lucky star in the sky that you pre-made 4 lbs of peeled, sliced 3/4 in, covered with cold water and then boiled somewhere between 10 minutes and fork tender. Mash with 12 T butter and 2 cups half and half, or just use milk and stop at a cup, then salt and pepper with abandon.
It's a mess to be cleaned up, an agreed flotsam we can both spit on, you and I are freed. To know layering Easy Mashed Potatoes upon mixed frozen vegetables, upon pork/beef/rice/tomato/onion goulash, with an extra half cup or so of shredded cheese propped on top, like icing.
Hope you remembered the 2 tsp oregano and gallon of pepper invited, just kidding it's only a teaspoon adopted from foster care. About twenty minutes later, if you've kept your pot covered, your goulash has morphed from cabbage roll ingredients to a Shepherd pie bottom. Sure you still mix the cupful of cheese in, gotta have your dairy. Layer the bottom of your 9 x 12 with half that 28 oz can of tomato sauce, having stirred the 2 tsp sugar and a tsp of dried oregano in, a 350 degree oven for 35-40 minutes will cover the magic.
Of course you're a stubborn old Capricorn goat like myself, and you layer 2 cups mixed frozen vegetables, awash in tomato sauce, atop goulash for another layer. Thank every lucky star in the sky that you pre-made 4 lbs of peeled, sliced 3/4 in, covered with cold water and then boiled somewhere between 10 minutes and fork tender. Mash with 12 T butter and 2 cups half and half, or just use milk and stop at a cup, then salt and pepper with abandon.
It's a mess to be cleaned up, an agreed flotsam we can both spit on, you and I are freed. To know layering Easy Mashed Potatoes upon mixed frozen vegetables, upon pork/beef/rice/tomato/onion goulash, with an extra half cup or so of shredded cheese propped on top, like icing.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Always waiting
It was a joke. Sweet potatoes have no problem knocking at my door, sporting fries coated in panko, so what's up with cabbage pulling the whole disappearing act, I'm sure my cabbage rolls wouldn't understand if you asked them. A pound and a half of browned pork and ground beef, a small chopped onion. Adding 2 cups of diced tomatoes, a cup of water, 2/3 cup uncooked long grain rice, a tsp oregano, 1/2 tsp pepper.
If you bring that civilized concoction to boiling on your stovetop, over reduced heat you can simmer for 20 minutes, so long as your pot's kept covered. Trimming a heavy vein from a cabbage leaf will have to wait until cabbage gets over its complex need for approval, immersing 4 at a time into boiling water ought to scald their socks off. Two to three minutes later you've got that limpness required.
Not everyone can handle the insight involved when taking a half cup of shredded Swiss cheese, use your own compass, guide that Swiss cheese somewhere. Note the 1/3 cup of meat mixture getting over itself as we speak, cheese included. Fold in sides, roll up, a yogi catches my drift here. A sauce for cabbage rolls is not complete until two 15 ounce cans of tomato sauce date 2 teaspoons of sugar for just a little bit, only to find a teaspoon of oregano just doesn't stop cheating on her.
Being all alone with your recipes is tragic enough, two times can't be a charm, why would three successful cabbage roll dinners in a row change your mind about all those who disappoint you. Never pour half the sauce on the bottom of a 2 quart baking dish then, arrange rolls and spoon remaining sauce over your conscience buried somewhere in there. Three hundred fifty degrees for 35-40 minutes is a no brainer, skull's empty.
If you think another half cup of Swiss cheese sprinkled on top doesn't change your cabbage, easy mashed potatoes, corn, wait-I'm-out of cabbage endeavor, think again sister.
If you bring that civilized concoction to boiling on your stovetop, over reduced heat you can simmer for 20 minutes, so long as your pot's kept covered. Trimming a heavy vein from a cabbage leaf will have to wait until cabbage gets over its complex need for approval, immersing 4 at a time into boiling water ought to scald their socks off. Two to three minutes later you've got that limpness required.
Not everyone can handle the insight involved when taking a half cup of shredded Swiss cheese, use your own compass, guide that Swiss cheese somewhere. Note the 1/3 cup of meat mixture getting over itself as we speak, cheese included. Fold in sides, roll up, a yogi catches my drift here. A sauce for cabbage rolls is not complete until two 15 ounce cans of tomato sauce date 2 teaspoons of sugar for just a little bit, only to find a teaspoon of oregano just doesn't stop cheating on her.
Being all alone with your recipes is tragic enough, two times can't be a charm, why would three successful cabbage roll dinners in a row change your mind about all those who disappoint you. Never pour half the sauce on the bottom of a 2 quart baking dish then, arrange rolls and spoon remaining sauce over your conscience buried somewhere in there. Three hundred fifty degrees for 35-40 minutes is a no brainer, skull's empty.
If you think another half cup of Swiss cheese sprinkled on top doesn't change your cabbage, easy mashed potatoes, corn, wait-I'm-out of cabbage endeavor, think again sister.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Fresh Market Slaw
If you're gonna go ahead and make cabbage your centerpiece, invest in red and green. Slice each in half unless cooking for an army, then shred any which way you can, and add a bunch of sliced scallions. Dress with 1/2 c apple cider vinegar, 1/4 c rice wine vinegar, 2 T honey and sesame oil, 2 t salt, 1 T mustard seeds, 2 T toasted sesame seeds, an hour at room temperature to meld.
15-1/2 cups of vegetables a week
You've no idea what I've been through, an enlightenment as to our daily requirements of vegetables, you get the picture? Who was I to ignore the sage advice of my elders, pumping 5 cups a week of red and orange vegetables (sweet potatoes, butternut squash, and carrots being the star) into your bloodstream is barely fathomable, let alone the 5 EXTRA CUPS of starches expected, you know a mere five cups a week of peas, corn and potatoes.
Then 4 cups extra of "other vegetables" later, you've celery to pick through, green peppers, onions, cauliflower, cucumbers, cabbage and mushrooms to regard. Go ahead and stake your odds on an additional 1-1/2 cups dark green vegetables, trending spinach and kale if I get my ornery way, that broccoli you owe your talent to, even romaine gets a challenge. A cup and a half of bean opportunities and peas with various pastas or beside mashed potatoes is not really that big of a deal, so confront it.
And if you can guarantee a cup's worth of tomato sauce per week into yours and everyone else's diets, a simple surrender to a crockpot chili (turkey or beef), a knowing glance at cabbage rolls, a fiesta casserole. Then the six ounces of protein you're expected to eat every day makes chickpea red pepper hummus kind of essential, also a tuna dish, chili bean pockets and homemade bean burritos always there, quenching hunger.
Only a fruitophobe would deny the cup and a half necessary to meet blueberries in oatmeal halfway, to take pineapple, cantaloupe and watermelon out on a limb, the random mandarin orange sideglancing grapefruit before ignoring her altogether. We all have our favorites, don't let frozen fruit smoothies just get a cups worth over with and accept responsibility for the two cups of kale/spinach that goes into every act of second guessing.
Life's way too short and to let grains like quinoa, or even rice, crackers and bread miss out on acting their age, even when a free spirit and intuitive nature are all that is required of any of them, everlasting. Saying it up front is not the same as putting it out there, three cups of dairy a day takes things personally, 8 ounces of yogurt, a couple ounces of cheese, that almond milk you rely on. Become your own best friend, make the refrigerator bran muffins of your dreams, a veggie bow tie salad is at the top of your list, a fresh market slaw that feels amply like family.
Then 4 cups extra of "other vegetables" later, you've celery to pick through, green peppers, onions, cauliflower, cucumbers, cabbage and mushrooms to regard. Go ahead and stake your odds on an additional 1-1/2 cups dark green vegetables, trending spinach and kale if I get my ornery way, that broccoli you owe your talent to, even romaine gets a challenge. A cup and a half of bean opportunities and peas with various pastas or beside mashed potatoes is not really that big of a deal, so confront it.
And if you can guarantee a cup's worth of tomato sauce per week into yours and everyone else's diets, a simple surrender to a crockpot chili (turkey or beef), a knowing glance at cabbage rolls, a fiesta casserole. Then the six ounces of protein you're expected to eat every day makes chickpea red pepper hummus kind of essential, also a tuna dish, chili bean pockets and homemade bean burritos always there, quenching hunger.
Only a fruitophobe would deny the cup and a half necessary to meet blueberries in oatmeal halfway, to take pineapple, cantaloupe and watermelon out on a limb, the random mandarin orange sideglancing grapefruit before ignoring her altogether. We all have our favorites, don't let frozen fruit smoothies just get a cups worth over with and accept responsibility for the two cups of kale/spinach that goes into every act of second guessing.
Life's way too short and to let grains like quinoa, or even rice, crackers and bread miss out on acting their age, even when a free spirit and intuitive nature are all that is required of any of them, everlasting. Saying it up front is not the same as putting it out there, three cups of dairy a day takes things personally, 8 ounces of yogurt, a couple ounces of cheese, that almond milk you rely on. Become your own best friend, make the refrigerator bran muffins of your dreams, a veggie bow tie salad is at the top of your list, a fresh market slaw that feels amply like family.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Raspberry jam sugar cookies
Secrets to my success are never constant, just ask me. That exercise plan wherein thirty minutes a day, five days a week seems excessive, becoming three days a week, into nada, pure nothing. Can't say stretching and yoga didn't take its place on the spur of the moment, so did a rooted and centeredness become my calling.
Cooking is currently frozen at its nexus also, though I push forth with open-endedness, intent on past successes being the seat of my pants I fly on. Alas no, only my kitchen aid mixer has done all the damage what with pretzel bites, chocolate cupcakes, vanilla buttermilk also, and that buttercream with a stick of butter, three ounces of cream cheese.
So I can't say reflecting on an empty fridge hasn't somewhat restored me, complaining about extra watermelon seems meaningless, carrot sticks galore however, celery stalks out my ears, plus homemade ranch dressing. Doesn't make me a bad person that hardly anything speaks volumes, not the pork and beef I have frozen in the freezer.
But there's spinach, and kiwi, and lemon wedges. At four degrees, who goes to the grocery store? Not a feta cheese induced coma addict, nor the three pounds of tomatoes it takes to get there. Potatoes are needed at this very moment, to be baked and slathered in cheddar and bacon, which I don't have from Sam's Club either, missing frozen cherries and blueberries above all though.
Spring veggies have yet to allure, summer strawberries egging me on carelessly, and grilling that's impossible makes all the trouble. Gearing forward.
Cooking is currently frozen at its nexus also, though I push forth with open-endedness, intent on past successes being the seat of my pants I fly on. Alas no, only my kitchen aid mixer has done all the damage what with pretzel bites, chocolate cupcakes, vanilla buttermilk also, and that buttercream with a stick of butter, three ounces of cream cheese.
So I can't say reflecting on an empty fridge hasn't somewhat restored me, complaining about extra watermelon seems meaningless, carrot sticks galore however, celery stalks out my ears, plus homemade ranch dressing. Doesn't make me a bad person that hardly anything speaks volumes, not the pork and beef I have frozen in the freezer.
But there's spinach, and kiwi, and lemon wedges. At four degrees, who goes to the grocery store? Not a feta cheese induced coma addict, nor the three pounds of tomatoes it takes to get there. Potatoes are needed at this very moment, to be baked and slathered in cheddar and bacon, which I don't have from Sam's Club either, missing frozen cherries and blueberries above all though.
Spring veggies have yet to allure, summer strawberries egging me on carelessly, and grilling that's impossible makes all the trouble. Gearing forward.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
About three baskets of laundry first, then
Otherwise I'd have gone ahead and whipped the sugar to butter ratio for a fully absorbed five minutes, taking none of the time to complain that I have to wait until Valentine's day to enlist my new red KitchenAid mixer. Blending two eggs in one at a time, and then 2-1/2 teaspoons vanilla thereafter makes you finally take a stand on everything wholesome, it's well overdue.
Put thought into the 3-1/2 cups flour, two teaspoons baking powder and 3/4 teaspoon salt that will go in there, because Frosted Soft Sugar Cookies are riding on this like an Olympic gold medal in need of a champion. Adding it a cup at a time instills fear in those who profess a 400 degree oven is not a threat, when 7-1/2 to 8 minutes is basically how you operate, no browning necessary.
So while rolling to a quarter-inch thickness, slicing out hearts at your whimsy, or if desperate to avoid freehand use a complicated cutter. Be sure the icing you also swiped from the back of your C&H sugar packaging comes in handy. No need to lie that two sticks of butter whipped together with 1/4 tsp cream of tartar, a package of confectioner's, a tsp water, two tsp vanilla, you get the picture.
So when making Spaghetti Pie tonight like a real live rock star, envisioning the oversized casserole dish you'll stuff a doubled recipe into, for the love of your family. Make a fantastic attempt at your world famous garlic bread because when you pre-buy a whole wheat loaf, mourning the loss of any potential sesame seeds while being firm about the addition of softened butter, garlic powder and yes, shredded Sam's Club Stella, staunchly broiled. Leaning heavily towards the brand name and organic, it's tomatoes! Vitamins and antioxidants galore.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Defunct meal plans and such
I better get some carrots shaved, enough to dice small for my two cups in Asian quinoa, leftovers aplenty to feed my family in homemade ranch dressing. A cup of mayo with a cup of buttermilk and a pack of Hidden Valley means everything. So thank you for buying the cauliflower and celery but forgetting the cherry tomatoes, as did everyone, we're family.
Birthed from the same lines of insanity, cooking maelstroms within reason. I mean feeding your family for the glory of God is the one thing we have in common, everything else is relevant only if included, nah, old resentments. So if you're avoiding shredding and dicing two cups of carrots for fear you'll chop your own bloody fingers off in the process, avoid that.
Make the green onions happen for you as well, a whole cup's worth, while your quinoa simmers away covered, you envision the oils you'll heat up in a larger than life sauté pan. Be particular, it makes every difference. And when your worth resides on cooking those green onions and carrots together with sesame oil (a teaspoon) and olive oil (a tablespoon), well double both because quinoa's delicious AND it's good for your leftovers which you'll eat all week, inspired.
This is my signature dish, all my work following. Being prepared for life by learning to cook great food at a young age means mothers who have plenty of laundry shoved out of peripheral hindsite, which yields a view of twenty-twenty. Being only forty has opened up my eyes in all the ways the next decade of my life could be even more prepared for life's table.
Staples with proteins, oats and brans (gotta try that flaxseed, bran flakes, oat bran muffin I was out of raisins for), maybe cinnamon really can function in close proximity to, ...anyway, I've nothing more to say on the matter.
Birthed from the same lines of insanity, cooking maelstroms within reason. I mean feeding your family for the glory of God is the one thing we have in common, everything else is relevant only if included, nah, old resentments. So if you're avoiding shredding and dicing two cups of carrots for fear you'll chop your own bloody fingers off in the process, avoid that.
Make the green onions happen for you as well, a whole cup's worth, while your quinoa simmers away covered, you envision the oils you'll heat up in a larger than life sauté pan. Be particular, it makes every difference. And when your worth resides on cooking those green onions and carrots together with sesame oil (a teaspoon) and olive oil (a tablespoon), well double both because quinoa's delicious AND it's good for your leftovers which you'll eat all week, inspired.
This is my signature dish, all my work following. Being prepared for life by learning to cook great food at a young age means mothers who have plenty of laundry shoved out of peripheral hindsite, which yields a view of twenty-twenty. Being only forty has opened up my eyes in all the ways the next decade of my life could be even more prepared for life's table.
Staples with proteins, oats and brans (gotta try that flaxseed, bran flakes, oat bran muffin I was out of raisins for), maybe cinnamon really can function in close proximity to, ...anyway, I've nothing more to say on the matter.
Teriyaki everything
I've 2 cups of carrots to cube, a cup of green onions to dice before I filet a family pack of chicken breasts, love that thinness quality. When you paint 'em red, white and blue like I will with teriyaki sauce thickened over low until bubbly, that entire 6 cloves of garlic that will enter your bloodstream is an eye opener.
Yes two into the doubled-by-nature teriyaki, four more interlocking cuff links with a quinoa based on Asian, you've seen it over at The Sisters cafe site, now don't make me go on over there. Invited myself to a two cup helping of quinoa, rinsed of course, doesn't everyone? Seasoned with four cups of low sodium chicken broth, it simmers over medium-high covered, which begs another spot-on question there is no answer to.
So demanding. Enter the fifteen minutes you're forced to wait there, does it simmer without me even worrying, ever. Yes it does until fully cooked and you give 'er the 'ol taste test, failing miserably. Because your taste buds may have gotten you this far in life, but so has quinoa before, and sweet potatoes which begs you yet another question.
Did a 475 degree oven really make an hour's worth of chicken popular with everyone, because I mean dicing it up and adding a cup of peas, the obvious carrots and green onions, and 4 T of soy sauce didn't stop you. So mistrust is an issue I doubt anyone would reject or abhor in their own, so salting to taste should be a metaphor for the twelve minutes of sautéing I never even began to mention.
I just didn't, no truth there.
Yes two into the doubled-by-nature teriyaki, four more interlocking cuff links with a quinoa based on Asian, you've seen it over at The Sisters cafe site, now don't make me go on over there. Invited myself to a two cup helping of quinoa, rinsed of course, doesn't everyone? Seasoned with four cups of low sodium chicken broth, it simmers over medium-high covered, which begs another spot-on question there is no answer to.
So demanding. Enter the fifteen minutes you're forced to wait there, does it simmer without me even worrying, ever. Yes it does until fully cooked and you give 'er the 'ol taste test, failing miserably. Because your taste buds may have gotten you this far in life, but so has quinoa before, and sweet potatoes which begs you yet another question.
Did a 475 degree oven really make an hour's worth of chicken popular with everyone, because I mean dicing it up and adding a cup of peas, the obvious carrots and green onions, and 4 T of soy sauce didn't stop you. So mistrust is an issue I doubt anyone would reject or abhor in their own, so salting to taste should be a metaphor for the twelve minutes of sautéing I never even began to mention.
I just didn't, no truth there.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Can't say no to fiber
I'm making Melt-in-Your-Mouth muffins, let's hope you like 'em. Being easy to please is kind of what you've got going for you, when not in therapy for different reasons. Taking the advice of a seasoned psychologist falls short of having actual conversations with a cup-and-a-half of oat bran, interwoven superciliously with backstabbing cups of all-purpose flour, ground flaxseed, and everybody's friend wheat bran.
Mixing in a tablespoon baking powder like a banshee is admired, though flaunting a half teaspoon of salt as if it matters is the driving force in every psychological issue you have, apart from wrongness in general. Just getting out your food processor brings it up, well tell that to a cup of brown sugar who didn't mention it, actually gloated on the fact, it makes me weary.
Two quartered, seeded oranges will make you feel better, about your shortcomings AND your inability to resist drama. Told you a cup of buttermilk, two eggs, a half cup canola and yes, a teaspoon baking soda were ignorant, no insight, ever! Nor personal responsibility for the cup and a half of golden raisins that never made it in there.
Eighteen to twenty minutes invites your modern day oven to plead guilty at 375 degrees.
Mixing in a tablespoon baking powder like a banshee is admired, though flaunting a half teaspoon of salt as if it matters is the driving force in every psychological issue you have, apart from wrongness in general. Just getting out your food processor brings it up, well tell that to a cup of brown sugar who didn't mention it, actually gloated on the fact, it makes me weary.
Two quartered, seeded oranges will make you feel better, about your shortcomings AND your inability to resist drama. Told you a cup of buttermilk, two eggs, a half cup canola and yes, a teaspoon baking soda were ignorant, no insight, ever! Nor personal responsibility for the cup and a half of golden raisins that never made it in there.
Eighteen to twenty minutes invites your modern day oven to plead guilty at 375 degrees.
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