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Aug. 14th, 2005 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikToday started half auspiciously -- I went down to the farmer's market, picked up two half flats of raspberries and a bunch of corn, and then made an appointment with my chiropractor, because my upper back and neck were fucked. So I had good food, but even after the appointment I was feeling pretty weird and not really up for wushu. And I really wanted to go, even though there are a number of things I can't do because of the stupid ankle, too.
Anyhow, I spent a bunch of time icing my back, and then started in on making a salsa verde that had been in the back of my mind all morning, and about then my mom called and asked if we could meet them (being my mom, my sister and her family, and my favorite aunt and uncle who are in town from Colorado) at the salmon house. I replied "Well, I was just cooking..." "Cooking?" said my mom. Some discussion ensued, at the end of which it was agreed that everyone would meet up at our place for dinner.
So Craig headed off to the good vegetable stand down on Avondale, and managed to score us a great deal of corn that had only gotten in thirty minutes earlier. And I cooked. Eventually people showed up, and began eating, and for the most part they cooked too.
Nibblies -- chips, the aforementioned salsa verde, and guacamole
Seated appetizers -- Corn on the cob, "mexican pizzas" -- so named in a failed attempt to get Tracey to eat them -- corn tortillas with some beans & squash & tomatillos (i.e. the house staple beans that I make about once a month) and a little sharp white cheddar, stuck under the salamader until toasty, with more salsa and guac. Tracey ate TJ's sushi.
[Ted exclaimed "What is the world coming to when a kid won't eat pizza but will eat sushi?" Only on the coast... Of course, Ted thinks that green chilis are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy. Tracey then had to explain that he doesn't believe in god, he believe in mother nature. After some disussion of theology, it was established that mother nature was the proper source of green chilis, and there was a meeting of the minds.]
Salad (local greens with the good balsamic vinegar, buried under piles of peppers, tomatoes, and avacado)
Garden vegetable Mousaka served with saffron rice (I've done a number of variation on this theme, but I think this is my favorite vegetarian mousaka so far. Of course, it's hard to go wrong with a big heap of fresh local produce under a nice bechamel...)
And then, while people sat around the table and groaned, we put together raspberry shortcake. I guess after a meal like that it was unfair to expect them to get through a half flat of raspberries, but it was a noble attempt.
Altogether satisfactory. Especially for a spur of the moment throw together.
I do wish I had an outdoor brick over for evenings like this...
Anyhow, I spent a bunch of time icing my back, and then started in on making a salsa verde that had been in the back of my mind all morning, and about then my mom called and asked if we could meet them (being my mom, my sister and her family, and my favorite aunt and uncle who are in town from Colorado) at the salmon house. I replied "Well, I was just cooking..." "Cooking?" said my mom. Some discussion ensued, at the end of which it was agreed that everyone would meet up at our place for dinner.
So Craig headed off to the good vegetable stand down on Avondale, and managed to score us a great deal of corn that had only gotten in thirty minutes earlier. And I cooked. Eventually people showed up, and began eating, and for the most part they cooked too.
Nibblies -- chips, the aforementioned salsa verde, and guacamole
Seated appetizers -- Corn on the cob, "mexican pizzas" -- so named in a failed attempt to get Tracey to eat them -- corn tortillas with some beans & squash & tomatillos (i.e. the house staple beans that I make about once a month) and a little sharp white cheddar, stuck under the salamader until toasty, with more salsa and guac. Tracey ate TJ's sushi.
[Ted exclaimed "What is the world coming to when a kid won't eat pizza but will eat sushi?" Only on the coast... Of course, Ted thinks that green chilis are proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy. Tracey then had to explain that he doesn't believe in god, he believe in mother nature. After some disussion of theology, it was established that mother nature was the proper source of green chilis, and there was a meeting of the minds.]
Salad (local greens with the good balsamic vinegar, buried under piles of peppers, tomatoes, and avacado)
Garden vegetable Mousaka served with saffron rice (I've done a number of variation on this theme, but I think this is my favorite vegetarian mousaka so far. Of course, it's hard to go wrong with a big heap of fresh local produce under a nice bechamel...)
And then, while people sat around the table and groaned, we put together raspberry shortcake. I guess after a meal like that it was unfair to expect them to get through a half flat of raspberries, but it was a noble attempt.
Altogether satisfactory. Especially for a spur of the moment throw together.
I do wish I had an outdoor brick over for evenings like this...
