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mushroom stuffing
Feb. 5th, 2013 08:57 pmA lot of this month hasn't gone to plan so far. Neither did this stuffing (which was originally intended to go inside a pair of green peppers), but it still tasted really good:
Friday - shredded week-old challah into crumbs
Saturday and Sunday - ate leftover colcannon and anchovies and other sundries (was both under the weather and under a pile of work)
Monday:
* grocery run: picked up other ingredients for stuffed peppers, as well as a package of sliced baby portobellos marked "manager's special"
* went over to a friend's house for chili and beer and chocolate
today:
* there's been an half-full can of Yuengling in the fridge I've been meaning to use for something. Around 5:30 p.m., I decide to sauté the mushrooms in it, with some butter and chopped onion. Once the onions were translucent, I started adding in challah crumbs, drizzling some some olive oil and then some hot water for the right consistency. I cover the pan and move my laptop the kitchen, in order to look up a few things...
* ...and around 6:15 p.m., a work e-mail comes in. I start dealing with a few things in the attachment...
* ...which means I'm still picking at the document when the BYM comes home at 7. All right. Stuffing the peppers would push dinner back to 8:30 or so. Time for plan B!
* The stuffing is on the dry side. I add more hot water and turn the burner back on.
* I pan-fry the boneless pork chops I intended to cook yesterday.
* I chop romaine lettuce and a roma tomato, and make vinaigrette in an old jelly jar.
* Dinner is pronounced a success! The dog looks longing at the half-chop left in the pan.
Another recent success was a riff on Elise Bauer's recipe for lemon chicken. I didn't have rosemary, so I left that out, and I didn't bother with the butter. I used only two pounds of chicken, so I adjusted the other ingredients accordingly. I didn't have fresh lemons to zest, but I did have a Mason jar of Meyer-lemon-infused vodka that had reached the take-the-lemons-out phrase, so the lemon juice = the liquid mashed and squeezed out of eight vodka-soaked lemon quarters.
It was terrific. When the BYM called to say he wouldn't be home for dinner, I happily stole the skin off the pieces I'd been saving for him. [/cat-who-ate-the-canary grin]
Friday - shredded week-old challah into crumbs
Saturday and Sunday - ate leftover colcannon and anchovies and other sundries (was both under the weather and under a pile of work)
Monday:
* grocery run: picked up other ingredients for stuffed peppers, as well as a package of sliced baby portobellos marked "manager's special"
* went over to a friend's house for chili and beer and chocolate
today:
* there's been an half-full can of Yuengling in the fridge I've been meaning to use for something. Around 5:30 p.m., I decide to sauté the mushrooms in it, with some butter and chopped onion. Once the onions were translucent, I started adding in challah crumbs, drizzling some some olive oil and then some hot water for the right consistency. I cover the pan and move my laptop the kitchen, in order to look up a few things...
* ...and around 6:15 p.m., a work e-mail comes in. I start dealing with a few things in the attachment...
* ...which means I'm still picking at the document when the BYM comes home at 7. All right. Stuffing the peppers would push dinner back to 8:30 or so. Time for plan B!
* The stuffing is on the dry side. I add more hot water and turn the burner back on.
* I pan-fry the boneless pork chops I intended to cook yesterday.
* I chop romaine lettuce and a roma tomato, and make vinaigrette in an old jelly jar.
* Dinner is pronounced a success! The dog looks longing at the half-chop left in the pan.
Another recent success was a riff on Elise Bauer's recipe for lemon chicken. I didn't have rosemary, so I left that out, and I didn't bother with the butter. I used only two pounds of chicken, so I adjusted the other ingredients accordingly. I didn't have fresh lemons to zest, but I did have a Mason jar of Meyer-lemon-infused vodka that had reached the take-the-lemons-out phrase, so the lemon juice = the liquid mashed and squeezed out of eight vodka-soaked lemon quarters.
It was terrific. When the BYM called to say he wouldn't be home for dinner, I happily stole the skin off the pieces I'd been saving for him. [/cat-who-ate-the-canary grin]
