After watching Hannah and Her Sisters over the long weekend (when I realized that by not blow-drying my hair and loping around the house in my pajamas, I could easily be mistaken for Barbara Hershey), I decided to make it my goal this year to gain access to Pomander Walk. I suppose I could just buy my way in...
In other long weekend adventures, I decided to crack the spine on a cookbook (yes! there are books other than those that make us ponder our own mortality), Mark Bittman's How To Cook Everything, to see if it really could help me cook everything. "Everything" seems to me like a tall order, encompassing things I might not even want to eat, such as that jar of pig's trotters they have for sale at the local Thrifty, or poi (bless you, Hawaii), so I decided to limit my spectrum to ingredients I had going spare in the fridge. The spread I was slim, but satisfying:
Broiled chicken and sauteed leeks (Bittman aided in broiling, which I'd only ever done before with steaks)
Sauteed beets dressed with balsamic vinegar and fresh chopped parsley
Chocolate chip cookies (I wanted trying a new recipe, though I can't say this was my favorite, probably down to too much egg. I am currently in possession of the most gigantic chicken eggs you've ever seen.)
The husband just had to outdo me and Mark for dinner, though, and so he whipped up his spectacular roast potatoes, shallots, and parsnips, sauteed leeks, and some vegetarian sausages on top. For which I am still grateful, as I was too busy admiring the newly spacious fridge to even begin to think of cooking anything, much less
everything.
(We had bold ambitions for a Julia Child omelette this morning, but stomachaches that cropped up in the middle of the night - likely from the large quantity of egg-laden chocolate chip cookies consumed the night before - had other plans for our ambitions.)
Monday, January 22, 2007 at 01:40PM 