So, I would have posted earlier, but I learned the hard way today that "day off" in Midwesternese translates roughly to "9.5 hour day working." I really should get a translator when I'm making these deals, because I suck at them.
The last batch of my mail project (round one) went out today. When your mailman starts glaring at you and handling your mail with rubber gloves a few days from now, you'll know who to blame. If you get a greasy envelope with stuff dripping out of it- you win!!
Yet ANOTHER weekend of "Operation Fix this Fucking House" has come and gone, which I'm getting used to as I seem to have no social life whatsoever lately. Seriously- it's like everyone knows I have airborne herpes or something. Like you haven't ever had a contagious genital virus, Judgy McJudgester. Hmph.
Since we went to the Farmer's Market again and our bounty overfloweth (that's what she said!), I made dinner Saturday night for the two of us.
First, I set the (coffee) table with the finest (same crap we use every day) china, silver (old, cheap), and linens (are Bounty paper towels considered "linens"?):
For an appetizer, I made the Mr. bruchetta with garlic-basil mushrooms (yukky, yukky fungi), caramelized onions and some fancy Welsh cheddar cheese. For me, sundried tomato, red pepper, green olives, caramelized onion and fresh mozzarella. This is before they went in the oven:
I made some spaghetti squash with sage, parmesan and pepper:
I also made a salad with garbanzo beans, green onion, edamame and balsamic dressing, but my camera didn't actually take a picture of it, which I just discovered now. Instead I'll give you a picture of the glory that is Turducken:
Finally, I made wild sockeye salmon with fresh tomato-caper-lemon salsa:
It was delicious.
I'm going to bed now.
Happy Monday (technically early Tuesday), my crispy, juicy, plump turduckens. Happy Montuesday.
Holy crap that food looks good, cheesy and fatty yes, but good nonetheless.
That whole turducken thing is lost on me, but I would love some of the other things... including a piece of your bruschetta. (no yucky fungi for me!)
BTW, I am no longer turning Japanese, except for maybe a little.
Not that there is anything wrong with it.
I really wish I hadn't looked at this first thing after getting to work - now I'm hungry and all I have to eat is boring yogurt. Does your mail project include sending food?
Looks tasty. I still want to be the first to expand on the turducken by adding an emu and ostrich as the outer shell and a small game hen and a ruby-throated hummingbird on the small end.
Yum. It makes my head hurt to think of making even one of those dishes.
You don't like mushrooms either? Yay! (And you are a chef, even.) Down with mushrooms, I say.
Turducken has always scared me.
I was scrolling down, drooling over all of the scrumptious food, dreaming of stuffing that entire tray of bruschetta into my face when...Turducken!!! Blargh!
I may never recover the person I once was, so carefree and full of hope for the future...
That bruchetta looks amazing!! I think the Mr.'s sounds awesome! And I just LOVE spaghetti squash! I never thought about parmesan (or sage for that matter) but that would be really tasty. I make a butternut squash ravioli with sage and goat cheese (and toasted hazelnut butter sauce...I know, YUM!) and I love the sage/squash combination! You're so full of good ideas, WhiskeyMarie!! :D thanks!
You've been MEME'd! Or whatever it's called? Tagged?
All that food looks good, damn. Even at 9:35 AM.
Mmmmm mushrooms. I could eat them every day, every way.
Thanks a lot for the envelope full of white powder, funny girl. I didn't have enough problems, now Homeland Security wants me to come in to "chat".
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Oh my God. OH my.
I've never wanted to have food sex before now. I'd have man sex with Mr. bruchetta.
The ways you continue to corrupt me Whiskeymarie.
Wow, that looks awesome. Not "Man/Food Sex" awesome, but really awesome nonetheless.
Please post recipes. This all looks so good. I am having chicken noodle soup out of a can today. I am sad.
I'm so glad I chose you to be my pretend wife because you're the best - hot, talented in the kitchen, and you can rock a touque.
I want one of the mushroom bruchettas. Please?
Holy crap that bruschetta looks TO DIE FOR. But not really because who wants to eat bruschetta when you're dead, you know? Whatever, you knew what I meant.
Wow. And NO on turduckens. No turds, no ucks, and no ens will be harmed just so that I can eat! I have my principles!
I could have stopped at the first two items!!! They sound so good. Okay, maybe your version of toppings on the toast, but still sounds great!
Having made Turduckens something seems amiss in that picture. It looks like it is lacking the layered goodness of turduckens. As usual all of the food sounds fabulous. Thanks for the food porn.
You're a tease. I hate you as now I have a craving for those appetizers - both yours and the Mr's.
Why don't you ever cook for me, you beyotch?
Let me guess, you do not eat at McDonald's.
I think I just created a puddle of drool on my husband's head. That all looks delicious!
You're making me hungry. I have never heard of turduckens before! Who came up with that one? By the way, I received your mail last week. Elvis! Thanks!
Ummm. . .when I come visit St Paul can I go to the Farmer's Market with you and you can make me something??
That Bruschetta looks delicious! Would you email me the recipes??
Now I am hungry!!
Why do you insist on making me hungry when I have no hope of replicating your foodie goodness? Looks delicious! Even the turducken (which I've always wanted to try, ever since Jeffrey Steingarten wrote about it in Vogue)
Umm...marry me. Please.
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