Wednesday, December 10th, 2003 • 3 Comments on Let Them Eat Cake
The Pasta Fagioli was amazing. I added zucchini, beef broth and more cheese than the recipe called for. It was thick and rich and yummy. Definitely a recipe I’ll use again.
Speaking of recipes, I need to post my apple pie recipe from Thanksgiving. It was really good and I’m not big on pie.
The holidays are here and I haven’t done any holiday baking. I have cooking and baking to do this week for various things (a birthday cake for Thursday; lasagna and another cake for a work party on Friday; chili and yet another cake, as well as some other goodies, for a Navy party on Sunday), but I haven’t started my annual cookie, brownie, fudge, candy extravaganza. I should, hopefully, have some time next week. What would Christmas be without chocolate chip cookies and two kinds of fudge?
I’ll starve myself in January…
Sunday, December 7th, 2003 • 1 Comment on I Need Comfort Food
I’m cold. I’m sleepy. I’m grumpy. I need comfort food.
I think I’m going to make this for dinner:
1 tablespoon diced garlic 1-2 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 diced purple onion
1/2 cup chopped (or torn) fresh cilantro
1 can Italian style tomatoes
1 can Cannellini beans (white kidney beans)
1 can Kidney Beans, dark or light
6 oz of small shell pasta
4-6 oz. of spicy italian sausage
1 small can of tomato sauce
1 cup of water
1 cup of white wine
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, grated
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, shredded
Heat oil in large stock pot and brown the sausage with the garlic and onion. Add all remaining ingredients, except for the pasta shells and shredded cheese. Simmer until heated through and beans are tender. Toss in the pasta and cook until pasta is al dente.
Serve with sprinkling of shredded parmesan to taste.
The recipe is courtesy of the multi-talented Joelle. I’ll probably add a few more vegetables and some beef broth to make it heartier.
Yum. I’m hungry. Thanks for the idea, Joelle.
Saturday, December 6th, 2003 • 2 Comments on When Good Trees Go Bad
I decorated three Christmas trees in three days this week. One of them—mine—fell over. I do not think it was a result of my decorating. It is a big, broad, fat tree. A plus-sized tree. A tree that should shop at the Men’s Big and Tall Shop (or Lane Bryant, if it’s a girl, which I don’t think it is). A tree so mighty, my twenty-pound cast iron stand could not keep it standing. It fell with a crash and a jingle of bells at 2:30 in the morning the day after I put it up. Why do things like that never happen during the day? I was awake, I was annoyed. The tree is standing again, but I think it is beginning to list to one side and I’m not hopeful of it remaining upright. It is a big, broad, fat, drunken tree. About thirty ornaments fell off, which I will rehang just as soon as a) I have time and b) I’m convinced the tree isn’t going to toss back a bottle of tequila and take another header. Big, broad, fat, drunken, bad
tree and it is mine, so I love it anyway.
The other two trees, library trees, are still standing because there is no tequila in the library.