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mmm cheese toast

mmm cheese toast

I am not sure what it is about today’s never-ending snowfall that makes me think of melted cheese, but I’m not going to fight it. Especially after hauling a hundred pounds of children to school on an unwaxed sled. And also especially, after shovelling twice today, and you can’t even tell. I think dinner today may also need to include melted cheese.

Toast, put under the broiler with cheese, onions and tomatoes, until just bubbling, and topped with shovels of black pepper. Served with butternut squash soup I rescued from the freezer. Bring on the snow… I mean melted cheese.

assuming makes…

assuming makes…

Well… it looks like I could use a lesson in Italian culinary terms. I was grocery shopping, in a hurry, and my regular go-to sauce wasn’t there. Quickly, quickly pick another! It’s red, it’s a brand I like, no obvious deal breakers (like mushrooms) for the kids. Done. Arrabbiata it is. I now know that arrabbiata means angry. Angry for all the spicy chillies. The kids had a quickly whipped up pesto pasta, and it looks like I will be eating arrabbiata for a few days.

Leftover rotini with arrabbiata sauce. Topped with grated parmesan. Luckily, I love spice and am not the least bit angry about it.

ribwich

ribwich

Caramelization. Such a good word. Such a good thing to do to food. Taking the mundane and transforming it into sweet sticky goodness. My children don’t know ribs by their proper name… ribs in my house will forever be known as candy meat. We had ribs for dinner last night, and by some miracle, there were leftovers.

Toast with mayo bookends extra old cheddar cheese, mixed greens, tomato slices, and all of the leftover sweet, sticky candy meat.

get in mah belleh!

get in mah belleh!

It’s ridiculously cold out again, but we’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to talk about lunch, specifically, my lunch. On a hot summer’s day, a cool and crisp salad is a treat. Today, I want everything I consume to be somewhere between warm and hot, soft and melty. Something to warm mah belleh.

Chopped garlic and onion, sauteed in butter. A truckload of spinach tossed in until wilted, and some chopped tomatoes added at the very last minute. Served with leftover lamb and roasted potatoes. Happy happy belleh.

not a BLT

not a BLT

Well, I started making a BLT. I had all the fixings. But I also had other fixings. And… it grew from there. Presenting my BSTA & M.

Toast slathered in mayo, piled high with baby spinach, leftover brunch bacon, avocado, and tomatoes. Black pepper, black pepper, black pepper, and topped with more mayo toast. Now, how do I make a BSTA & M sound as good as it tastes? Got some thinking to do.

tuna salad with extra everything

tuna salad with extra everything

My seven-year-old has very selective tastes in food. A few weeks ago, I offered her a bite of a tuna salad sandwich with (God forbid!) a wee bit of mayonnaise, onions and celery in it. I was completely prepared for full-body shivers, pleadings for water to wash her mouth, and an absolute rejection of ever trying anything with that many ingredients mixed up together again. Instead, I was floored with, smiles, and “Yum!”s, and pleadings for more. Will the wonders ever cease?

I made her a tuna salad sandwich today for school. One can of tuna, drained and mixed with a tiny dollop of mayo, as well as some finely chopped onion and red pepper. For the big person’s lunch, add extra everything to the leftover tuna salad. Extra mayo, extra onion, extra red pepper, salt, pepper, dried parsley. Make some toast, add more extra mayo (I might have a bit of a problem), and some baby spinach. Extra yum.