Yummy

I know some of you also get the "Eating Well" magazine. Last night I thought I'd try a recipe I saw in the June issue, Huevos Rancheros Verdes. (Just think: if I'd added ham, it would be . . . ) I was kind of late getting started and didn't have all of the correct ingredients. So this is what I ended up doing:

I used tortilla chips, and put a handful on each plate. I put grated cheddar on top of each pile of chips. I mixed refried beans with red salsa and heated it up. I made the lettuce / scallion / cilantro / lime /oil / salt and pepper mixture. 

I had each person microwave their plates until the cheese was melted. Then they added a glop of the bean mixture and sprinkled on some of the lettuce mixture. To top it off, I fried each person an egg for the "peak" of their tortilla mountain. 

Well, it does sound a little odd--but everyone loved it. Even the kids ate it all. Milena says, "I'm picky, and even I loved it!" Tal said, "Yum."

I have also made two of the freezer pop recipes in the August issue, and they were both hits. I would love to hear about any recipes you guys have tried.    

I'm trying to be an active poster again . . .

I know that I have abandoned this blog for a long time . . . but I really want that to change. So here goes. This morning I made bread again. I tried out Janice Keller's recipe (from the famlet about 6 years ago) on Monday and it turned out really well . . . so well, in fact, that we needed more bread! (I made 4 loaves.) This morning I thought I'd try using my KitchenAid mixer because kneading that much dough for 10 minutes is nigh to impossible for me given my current bulgy state. I had my doubts about the capacity of the bowl, but thought I'd try. My fears were confirmed. The bowl was too small and every time I added flour it would poof out, covering me, the counter, and all equipment in a film of white dust. But I had to let it knead for 10 minutes, and I had to drive the kids to drama camp . . . . so I hurridly spooned in 6 cups of flour and left the machine on while I raced to the highschool. When I got back the dough ball had engulfed the mixer which was slowly moving closer and closer to the edge of the counter. It looked like a scene from Maurice Sendak's "In the Night Kitchen." The bread, however, turned out fine.

This weekend Omi and I are heading down to Utah to do various errands. We have made a reservation at Daw's Bed and Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Or perhaps we should call it the "Dawmitory." What shall we do to show our gratitude for their constant hospitality? I know Weston wants Omi to clean the fridge out again . . .