Weekly Gourmet

Today is Monday. Ahhhh the boneless, skinless chicken breast - nature's blank canvas. It would be my most dreaded ingredient were I ever to appear on "Chopped." There are just too many ways to go with it. I chose tonight's recipe based on two features: 1) It calls for pineapple, and I happened to have a pineapple on hand that was about a day away from getting tossed and 2) It calls for cardamom and I have a cutie-mom who buys cardamom pods and grinds them up and delivers them to me in tiny, adorable jars. Notes: A) Steve hates fruit mixed with meat, but see item #1. B) My kids THINK they don't like pineapple, but I know better, and please refer back to item #1. C) They always groan over pineapple on "Chopped" and talk about how it is the one food that ruins any dish when introduced. Did that stop me? Nuh uh. See. I set up everyone to hate their dinner like the evil non-food wasting person that I am, and everyone LOVED it. FYI, the pineapple was surprisin...

Today is Thursday. "Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this, my mama said...mama said...mama said." I think that's how it goes. Having a day over here - got in a car accident (oopsie whoopsie), my kid had swimming lessons in -17 degree weather, Diet Coke can (that I only keep on hand for my mother-in-law) exploded in the garage fridge, and I didn't have time to go to Home Goods like I wanted to! WAHHH! I haven't washed my hair in like 332 days, which is the norm, but I just realized I have book club tonight so now I have to shower when I didn't even work out! What a waste! Anyways, obviously what I am getting at is that we ate carbs tonight. Yup. I'm not even sorry because I felt happier after I ate them. But I won't eat or drink any treats at book club tonight...ba ha ha ha ha ha ha ha that is a lie. Hope all you little Blogadears had a better day than I did!  And I just realized this meal is gluten and diary-free if y...

 Today is Thursday. Taco Thursday. My mom still comes over and folds my laundry for me. And sews things. And she brings me all the groceries she finds on sale. Tonight I got an eggplant and fancy onions. The point is, she is a saint, and she deserves a taco. So don't get any crazy ideas that I normally have dinner parties twice a week on school nights-- it just worked out that way this week. Party yet again tonight. Fiesta actually. For my Mamacita Carmelita and my Poppi Chulo. OK I don't really call him that. But she's my Mamacita, in my phone and everything. "Yo, Mamacita, I need some celery on the cheap." And she's on it. She has ALREADY bought it most weeks. In unrelated news: I got an instant pot for Christmas. Pressure cooker? I still don't understand how to refer to it. Liz is dubious of apparatuses. Apparati? Everyone's onto pressure cookers and air fryers (got one of those for Christmas as well) and I still don't even really know how to us...