What better time to get a Simon Dinner out of the way?
I'd "been gonna" make dinner with Simon for months by then. But, as you may have noticed, my drive for doing the Sunday Dinner thing had greatly diminished.
Not that we still weren't still having dinner together most Sundays, but I didn't have it in me to document it and I certainly didn't have it in me to make dinner with a kid. Having kids help is work, ya know.
Nope, it was easier to just slap some dinner together and go back to waiting for the world to end.
As Simon recently pointed out, it's tough growing up.
And, sorry to say it Simon, it never gets any better. I don't care what John Cheese says.
'Cause people like me and Simon, we can see miserable shit for miles and miles ahead. We can't help it! We've already learned that the world is a shitty place and don't intend to go looking for proof that it's not. You know why? Because when we do, we just get more proof that it's awful and shitty!
See, this is why I haven't been writing. I knew it was going to turn into this. I guess what I'm getting at is that I've been in a pretty shitty place emotionally and that, coupled with hardly any personal breathing time, has left me with neither the will nor the resources to churn out a blog.
Not that I think I'm cranking out literary marvels here, but I'd at least like them to be a little fun and... lighthearted. Is that a thing? A state of being? I think I've heard of it somewheres.
So anyway, about the same time I was attempting to drag myself out of my emotional shithole The Best Thing on ALL the Internets popped up after a long absence. It helped. Reconnecting with people I'd convinced myself were doing just fine - probably better! - without the likes of me helped.
So, yes. Depression is hard. I have a feeling Simon's going to become real familiar with that fact in his lifetime too. I'm there with ya, buddy. Sometimes you just have to let it happen and wallow in it for a while. But at some point you decide* to either wallow yourself deeper into the pit of dispair, or can get up and strangle the shit out of it.
As a wise man once suggested, when life gives you lemons you make life take the lemons back. You "Demand to see life's manager."
Though, if you don't have an elite force of engineers at the ready to make your insane self some fabled combustible lemons, might I suggest using them in the following recipe?
Caesar Grilled Chicken Sandwich on Soft Wrap Bread
by King Arthur Flour
|Hey, I made it back to the point of this blog. Yay me!|
We began our adventure by making the dressing.
- 1 to 4 large cloves garlic, to taste, peeled and minced
- 3 anchovy fillets, finely minced (optional)
- 2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
- 2 tablespoons Dijon-style mustard
- 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
- 1/4 cup sour cream
- 3/4 cup olive oil
- 1 cup grated Parmesan, Pecorino Romano, or aged Asiago cheese
- 1 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper
|Anchovies wrapped around capers.|
I'm not gagging right now at all
I had Simon measure out most of the ingredients and get them mixed up.
|Be careful, Simon! Are you hurt?|
Then, because I suck at letting kids do anything themselves, I scraped everything into the blender to get the olive oil all emulsified in. It was part of the directions and I wasn't sure about letting him use the blender. What if it exploded and blended and electrocuted him somehow!
|Clearly a job for GROWN UPS!|
Following the recipe exactly gives you a dressing that turns out very thick. Simon and I (with Dad weighing in) decided it was too mighty for our palate and mixed in some mayonnaise and... a tiny bit of vinegar? I can't remember. Probably though.
The original plan was to make this meal over two days, getting the dressing and flatbread done on day one, and the chicken and veggies the next. Once we got started on the bread though, we knew dinner had to happen that night.
- 3 cups King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
- 1 1/4 cups boiling water
- 1/4 cup potato flour OR 1/2 cup potato buds or flakes
- 1 1/4 teaspoons salt
- 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
- 1 teaspoon instant yeast
Just like the directions said!
We followed directions! Yay us!
It didn't seem like it hurt anything, though.
You're supposed to divide the dough into 8 equal portions.We had nine because one lump was really big, so we split it into two.
Sigh. Poor Simon. His mother's insane.
Grilled chicken-vegetable filling
- 1 pound boneless chicken breasts or thighs
- 1 large red bell pepper, seeded and quartered
- 1 large onion, peeled and sliced in 1/2" slices
- 1 medium zucchini, sliced crosswise into 1/4"-thick slices
- romaine lettuce
|Huh... looking closely it seems we |
added mushrooms as well.
|You can see them here - artfully displayed.|
|We were all very happy with the way these turned out.|
|and that's all part of his plan.|
I'm not going to tell you about it because we don't talk about hummus in this house.
Maybe. We'll have to see about that.
Until next time (it could happen)...
and to anyone who took the time to read this ramble-thon, thanks.
* This statement was more about going deeper into depression and either making a choice to do so passively, to go down down down and let it envelope you whole, or to try and claw your way out of it. I know the clawing doesn't always work.
The statement was about me, and people like me, riding the same Depression Funtime Wagon - not for those getting trampled by it. And it wasn't about getting undepressed -just about trying to survive it.
The super severely depressed - the ones who literally cannot get up and move - should not take it to mean that I think you chose to be depressed and can choose not to be. I know it's more than that.
Everybody be okay.