Sundays # 19, 20 and 21.

My camera is supposed to be returning from Yakima this weekend.

Then I'll have pictures.

Then I can write.

Sunday #17, was mentioned previously, was lamb. It's been a full month and I barely remember making it. Maybe something will come back after I get the pics.

Sunday #18 was Mac and Cheese with Max - it was actually done on a Wednesday because we spent the real #18 shopping for a wedding we were all functioning in.

Sunday #19 was the day before my brother's wedding. I've previously stated that I felt that since family made the food, and a whole lotta family sat down at the table to gab and eat, that it more than qualified as a Sunday Dinner replacement.

Sunday #20
... I don't even remember. That was a little more than a week ago.
Having just checked my food log (that's right, food log) it looks like we had enchiladas.
Oh yeah!

Those were good. Really good. I should tell you about them. I don't have pictures, so words are all you get!

Some months ago I crock-potted a pork shoulder with some green sauce. It cooked all day.

I like using the crock pot. It supports my natural inclination to wander off and forget that I'm actually cooking, but it doesn't put the kitchen at risk of bursting into flames for many, many hours.

So, I ended up with about 3 lbs of juicy, fat soaked, tender, tomatillo flavored pork. WTF was I gonna do with that, I wondered.

You'd think that someone who was cooking an entire crock-pot full of meat would have plans for it. Not me! I just thought it sounded good so I did it. I get myself into a lot of food predicaments that way. I'm gifted like that.

It hung around for a couple of days. Every once in a while I would look at it, contemplating, thinking I should shove it in some tortillas and smother it in cheese or something. Then I would poke the jiggly goo that the pork was still floating in (after pecking through the lard puck that solidified on top) and decided to "do that later." "That" being whatever conveyance (enchiladas, tacos, spoon) I'd been considering at the time.

When it became clear that I would likely leave it to putrefy before actually doing something constructive with it, I pulled it all out of it's fat pucked goo prison, shoved it in a tupperware thingy, and put it in the freezer.

Then Sunday # 20 happened!

I slathered tortillas with beans - wam!
then put a good wad of pork in there too!
and a cheese sprinkle!
ROLL!
PAN!
Drown in Green Sauce!
Smother with ALL THE CHEESE!

Then it all baked until the cheese on top was good and browned. Probably about 20 minutes. All of the good inside was already warm, so the stuff basically just needed to heat through.

It was awesome. I dumped sour cream and hot sauce on mine.

Oh, and olives. Lots and lots of olives. I love olives.

and they love me.


So, yes. Sunday # 21 was yesterday. I made chicken teriyaki.
My rice turned out sucky. It's because we've been out of calrose rice forever and I used jasmine. It's tasty and all, but I couldn't make it sticky.

I also made some sort of veggie monstrosity. It was okay, but nothing I'm sorry I wasn't able to detail in pictures.

So - while I have sucked at the blogging it part, Sunday Dinners have still been happening! Yay me!

Today was the day...

Yes. Today was the day I was going to blog. And look at me! Blogging!

But not as I'd planned.

So, Sunday #18 would have been May 1st. I did absolutely jack shit for a meal of any kind on Sunday. See, my brother was getting married the following weekend, and we were all part of the wedding in some function or another. Because we are drag-assers we didn't get out and wrap up what we needed (slacks, boyshirts, ties, etc) until that weekend.

Plus we went skating, and then we went to costco.

It was all very exhausting. Hence the Sunday of Laze.

But I made it up on Wednesday and that's what I was going to blog about!

Except I left my camera full of lamby bits and Maxwell Mac & Cheese Adventures in Yakima. It won't be coming back to see me for about two weeks.

And really, without the pics, I can't write these things. Sure, I could vomit out some word blocks, but I wouldn't remember everything. Also, it wouldn't be very fun.

So here I sit, apologizing for the lameness rather than telling you all about how I need a mortar and pestle since smooshing herbs and salt against the cutting board sucks ass; or all about how the recipe for Max's dinner was so awesome, and saved by simplicity because we actually followed a recipe (well, mostly we did.)

Sunday #19 was my brother's wedding. It was awesome. I got all teary eyed and everything. Stupid brother and brother's wife.

It was on a Saturday and I made dip and punch. I saw a lot of family I hadn't seen in a long time. There was lots of table-sitting and meal sharing. I think it counts.

I'm hoping to really do the lamb blog, and definitely need to do the blog where Max helped out. Wednesday is usually the day for that sort of thing because I'm home for a couple hours completely alone. That's all going to change though as my employer made an executive decision that my groups' hours would change for "business need" he then went on to call us a bunch of complainers and not really explain how the change would benefit the business but that's management for you. He probably realized our feeble minds couldn't handle the logical leaps that someone of such vast intellect makes.

Uh- yes, less ranty now.

Blogs will be back, for really reals! Mostly because I'm alone in the world and have nothing better to do, but also because... I have nothing better to do.

Okay bye!

Sunday #17: Easter Lamb

Some months ago I roasted a chicken on a broiler pan. In between the bottom and top of the pan there were sliced potatoes.

It turned out great, and I was very excited to try it with lamb.

Don't try it with lamb.

My leg-o-lamb had been living in the freezer for months. I'd eyeballed it from time to time, thinking I could make stew, or kabobs, or grind it up, or any number of tasty things. But no, I held out for Easter specifically so I could try roasting it as I did the chicken, so I could have tasty, crispy, lamby tater bits to go with it.

Yeah, that doesn't work out so well. Much like with the chicken, the taters end up swimming in run-off from whatever animal you're roasting. They never crisp. Ever.

And even though I thought the lamb we had was pretty lean, there was still LOTS of run-off. So... greasy lamb taters. Eww.

I have pictures. I'll try to get around to doing a proper blog about it soon.

Sunday #18  has been moved to this Wednesday. Maxwell and I will be preparing Macaroni and Cheese and Fruit Salad. MmmMmmMmm.