Happy Valentine's Day, it's for friends and friendship and thank you all for being the.
One of the local friends I sent Valentine greetings to is a nun. She was very pleased, saying, well, this is the only one I'll get, so it's precious. I expect there was a certain amount of eye rolling, too.
Today I dragged out the garbage and recycle, how does a single person manage to create so much, despite my green efforts, to the dumpster area, and got a dazzling reward.
I heard bird cries like a bluejay but louder, and spotted
A red tail hawk, high in the tree on the left there, preening, maybe with mating hopes, and probably hunting small birds. This is a hungry time for the hawks, their usual prey hidden under the snow, so they start showing up near bird feeders.
The small birds are very scarce as long as she's up there. We have several pairs around here, doing fine despite development, traffic, habitat threat. They're wonderful athletes to watch swooping around the sky.
Then food had to be fixed. I'd thought of a red lentil curry but didn't feel like making it, then I thought ah, red lentil tofu. So that's what happened.
There was a good bit of blended lentils leftover so that's in the fridge with the frozen cooked sweet potato, for soup when I get to it.
Then there was the other ambitious plan, a
blueberry clafouti. This is officially an easy dish, but that's when you're in the mood for it which I found l wasn't. Then I thought pancakes. Not that either.
Anyway while I was trying to decide, I set the berries to macerate in a bit of sugar, some
molasses, which entailed emptying and wiping down a cabinet shelf, and soaking the glass plate a lot of items had been on, including the now apparent bonded jar of molasses.
Anyway, jar separated, plate wiped and repurposed, cabinet neat, I got on with the food. I don't think this kind of thing happens in posh cooks' kitchens.
After the molasses incident, I added in lemon zest, some of that
minced ginger I was bragging about yesterday, cinnamon, salt and cornstarch. Then I left it alone.
I was listening to
Lucy Worsley interviewing a food historian while I was blundering about in the kitchen, seemed a propos.
The tofu cubes, with a nice sauce, ketchup, Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce, apple cider vinegar, worked fine. And enough for tomorrow.
The fruit sauce, jam, stuff I boiled like jam briefly, smelled great and decided it was sauce with plain yogurt.
Note sneaky reflection.
The green beans were accidentally enhanced when I was scraping the berries into a small pan, and mistook the identical pan with the green beans in it, and put a spoonful of marinade in it. No harm done.
I expect a posh cook has a fancy name for it, even.
Haricots verts maceres, maybe. Add your own accents throughout this reading.
Speaking of accidentally enhancing --if I can disable the highlights I will. I hit the button by accident. Small screen, big fingers. And I'm told that only removing all the formatting, however that's done, will fix it.
Happy day everyone, cook for the uncritical people. Such as yourself. And disregard highlights.
