Weekend Culinary Adventures

Saturdays have kind of landed on my shit list as of late. Two weeks ago Nick went to the ER because he cut part of his thumb off with a drill press at work; last Saturday my mother who is never, ever sick was rushed to the ER in Minnesota with a mysterious ailment. Luckily she’ll be okay, but it was a scary, scary day, so when Nick came home from work with a poinsettia and a package of cookie cutters, it was much appreciated. I’m crossing my fingers for no hospital visits this Saturday, especially as Nick and I will be flying to Mexico for Christmas with my family.

Anyway, the order of the day quickly became bake myself into oblivion (yes, I know what you’re thinking), because apparently that’s what I do when I’m stressed. At least I’m not a stress eater, thank goodness.

I decided to give Cooking Light’s new recipe for iced sugar cookies a whirl, and kids, is it ever a winner. Literally the only change I made was to add a teaspoon of coconut extract to the batter, which is basically unheard of for me as I tend to interpret the term ‘follow a recipe’ very loosely.

Here we are in action, and yes, that is Nick with a blender. I had to act quickly with this one.

After that I tackled my mom’s recipe for Boiled Drop Cookies, which are super delicious as well as super simple and fast, but not really photo worthy as they basically look like brown lumps.

Thus,

Boiled Drop Cookies:

Ingredients:

  • ½ cup Margarine
  • ½ cup Cocoa Powder
  • ½ cup Milk
  • ½ teaspoon Salt
  • 2 cups White Sugar
  • 1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract
  • 3 cups Oats

Combine all ingredients except for oats in a medium saucepan. Bring to a boil over medium heat for two minutes, stirring constantly.  Add oats, stirring until combined.

Drop quickly by teaspoonfuls onto wax paper. Let dry overnight, flip cookies over to dry the bottom.

That’s it. Deliciousness in five minutes.

 

Earlier on Saturday, in between the ‘your mom’s in the ER’ call from my dad, and waiting on Nick to come back from work, I stumbled upon this article from NPR, on poached eggs, which I seriously suggest.

I’d never poached an egg before, but after reading this obviously I had to try. Cue dinner preparation music.

I decided to go for the bistro salad recipe they provided, which I followed more or less, and decided to add some salmon cakes to the mix, because clearly making poached eggs for the first time was not intense enough. Here’s the recipe I made up for salmon cakes. Usually mayonnaise is a key player in crab cakes, but we’re not really fans of it here, so I substituted an egg, because that’s the important part of the mayo thing, the egg is the agent for holding everything together. Anyway, I digress.

Cajuny Salmon Cakes:

Ingredients:

  • 2.5 cups Panko, divided
  • 1 lb. Salmon*
  • 1 Egg, lightly beaten
  • 2 tbsp. Fresh Lemon Juice
  • ½ tsp. Salt
  • 1 tsp. Freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 tsp. Cajun spices (chili powder, garlic, paprika, onion powder)
  • 2 tbsp. Olive Oil

*I actually used a salmon filet, but apparently you can find pouches of salmon meat, which is significantly easier to work with as it comes in de-skinned and in chunks

Combine egg, lemon juice, and spice in a large bowl. Add salmon meat and 1 cup of panko. Mix well. Divide mixture into patties (I did six big ones). Put the rest of the panko in a bowl and dredge each patty in the panko.

Put patties on a cookie sheet and place in freezer for a few minutes. (This will help them hold their shape)

Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add salmon cakes and cook about 7 minutes on each side or until crumbs are browned.

 

And we ended up with this:

I cracked a little pepper, and sprinkled some paprika on the eggs.

It was effing delicious.

And yes, following NPR’s instructions for egg poaching left me with six perfectly poached eggs over the course of the weekend, and zero not-perfect eggs.

 

On Sunday I couldn’t really let my newfound skill go unused, so I poached some more eggs while my dad called to tell me that my mom would be fine. Huzzah. The contents of the fridge led me to the following recipe, I consider it a winner.

Italian Breakfast Sandwich:

Ingredients:

  • 2 Eggs
  • 2 slices of bread*
  • 2 slices Prosciutto
  • 4 slices Fontina cheese
  • Paprika
  • Fresh ground black pepper

*I used Portuguese rolls, they’re awesome

Turn on upper oven broiler. Poach your eggs. While the eggs are poaching place cheese on bread. Put the bread on a cookie sheet and place on top oven rack. Broil about three minutes or until cheese is melted and the edges have just started to brown. Remove from oven, places a slice of prosciutto and an egg on each slice of toast. Sprinkle eggs with paprika and pepper.

Enjoy!

 

Happy holidays, whatever those may be!

Fix Everything, Dream Big

Today is the first day where I feel like I have a second to breathe (and blog). Apparently when you’re giving all your spare time to renovating the bathroom, it’s hard to find time to actually write about renovating the bathroom. But today there’s nothing that needs to be done in the bathroom that I can do alone, and there are no circus shows to rehearse for, though we did do an awesome show in Wellesly, MA this weekend, which was a lot of fun. Our massive 10 footer atheism love tree is up and twinkly, and I’m finally walking around without a brace (though this ankle has a long way before it’s back to normal). So things, things are great.

Tesla's newest hideoutOne of the major quotes to come out of the remodel, which is thisclose to done by the way (all that’s left is installing the toilet and the vanity), was this:

 Me: I am never remodeling a house ever again.

Nick: Preach!

Because seriously, especially in this house, it seems like half of every project we tackle is taken up by fixing the mistakes of the people who initially built this place, and cut a million corners while they were doing so. Needless to say, this is incredibly frustrating.

Thus, before we could do anything fun in the bathroom, I spent a lot of time this summer fixing the atrocity they had tried to pass off as ‘drywall’.  Specifically, they put these plastic guards on the edges, and instead of taping over them and making them disappear, they just left them. Never mind the fact that they didn’t take off the wood ceiling before they painted. sigh.

 And then there’s this thing:

 I couldn’t even fix that mistake because there is not a drywall knife small enough to fit in there. Luckily, we ended up tiling over that last weekend, but we’ll see how well the tiles hold on that bumpy, bumpy surface.

One of the first things I did, back in June when I first got the idea of remodeling the bathroom into my head, was to rip out the totally pointless medicine cabinet. It was about two inches deep and totally hideous. But that was an easy enough fix—pull it out, and patch it up with a new piece of drywall.

Maybe it’s all the fixing other people’s mistakes that led the two of us to curl up in bed last weekend with our snuggly dog, some good folk music, and matching sketchbooks (yes, we have matching sketchbooks) and start drawing sketches of our future home, because that’s totally normal, right? Start planning house number two in the middle of fixing house number one? Yeah, I thought so.

We started out in our own sketchbooks, but then I glanced over and saw that Nick was basically drawing the house that I was imagining—a little bit modern, a lot a bit natural materials—so we started working together on one sketchbook, and here’s what we came up with. And yes, that is a tree growing out of our living room. Like the title of this post says—dream big.

‘Till next time!

Short, and to the point.

My apologies for the neglect I’ve shown this blog this week, but my life…is a mess. And I mean that in the most literal, there is currently a toilet taking up my entire bedroom, sort of way.

Our goal for last weekend was to dismantle the entire bathroom, finish patching the drywall, paint, and tile, which actually wasn’t that unreasonable. Instead? We have a half tiled floor, a broken tile saw (which does not belong to us), a living room filled with drywall and painting supplies, and that toilet. And I haven’t even mentioned the state of Nick’s workbench. (Nick, clean your workbench.)

In case you’re wondering, yes, our thanksgiving weekend was miserable, except for the part where we saw the king of the circus do handstands on a stack of chairs thirty feet high. That part was pretty cool. But the rest of it? Nasty McNasty. I got a cold, probably from tearing out moldy subfloor and mixing mortar in the bathtub (protip: don’t do that), and spent all of Sunday spewing green snot all over our tiling efforts. I also learned that Nicholas, the companion of my heart hates tiling to a very extreme degree. I love him to bits, but god was he an insufferable asshole.

Anyway, we’re attempting to re-tackle the tile with yet another tile saw which doesn’t belong to us today. My cold is mostly gone. Nick with hopefully be less of an ass.

Fingers crossed and wish us luck.

Here is a picture of that toilet.