Fellow blogger Paul Buckless often shares recipes, and this week I tried two of them.
When I wrote about cooking kohlrabi, Paul commented, "You can also grate it raw and dress with a little lemon juice & olive oil." I didn't find kohlrabi again until this week. The produce manager told me it wouldn't really be in season until August. The kohlrabi I found was not the freshest, but I bought it anyway, because I really wanted to see if I liked it raw.
It was crunchy and reminded me of cole slaw. There was none of the turnip taste that it had when I cooked it. My daughter turned thumbs down, but my son and I both liked it. Next time I may add more lemon juice or some grated lemon rind. Definitely we like kohlrabi better raw than cooked.
One of my goals for the summer is to get a repertoire of breakfast food that is traditional enough to appeal to my daughter, but good for her blood type. Today I tried Paul's Oat Shortbread Biscuits. An ongoing joke in our family is that if we try something new and it is good we say, "Try it you'll like it." But if it is really outstandingly good, we say, "Don't try it. You won't like it. I'll have to eat it all myself." My daughter was really hungry when she came in from swim practice. When the biscuits came out of the oven, I tasted them first, shook my head and said, "Don't try itâ€¦" She grabbed one, and another, and another. When her brother came in a short time later, he said, "What smells good." She said, "Don't try itâ€¦." and he grinned.
There was only one problem with the Oat Shortbread Biscuit recipe. It may make enough for Paul and Sue, but it was NOT enough for two teenagers. Next time I make a double batch.
Saturday was so hot and dry that I thought it might not rain again until September. Now it has rained for 30 hours straight, and I wonder if we're going to have a Seattle summer.
The kids and I went to the library - a good rainy day activity. The library air conditioner must have been expecting a hot summer day, because it was refrigerator cold in there. That was when I thought about running. It was nice and cool outside - a rare opportunity for a comfortable summer run. All I needed was a 30 minute window with no rain. One time in the afternoon I got as far as block from the house before the rain started up again.
I kept yesterday's promise for an earlier dinner. When I called for everyone to wash hands at 7:00, no one believed me! Finally about 10:15 there was a break in the rain. The radar showed more showers coming, so I announced I was going for a quick run. My husband said, "Are you sure that's a good idea? Is it safe to run alone at this time of night?" With those two questions he was really saying "I'm concerned about your safety" and "I love you." I was disappointed to miss the run, but I'll be content with sit ups and shoulder shrugs.
Our first swim meet of the season was rained out tonight, but I learned something about my internal clock.
My husband gets home between 6 and 6:30, but he doesn't want to immediately sit down to dinner. He likes to read the mail and watch the news first. So during the school year we have dinner around 7:30. During the summer dinner time is even later. We swim laps from 7:00 to 8:00, so often it's close to 9:00 before we eat.
Tonight's meet was to start at 6:00. That meant warm ups at 5:00. There were lots of swimmers and the meet wouldn't be over until late, so I decided to eat my dinner before the meet. I had left over cod, a sweet potato, and watermelon. It surprised me, but I liked eating dinner at 4:30.
Storm clouds moved in, and the coaches postponed the meet. When my husband and kids ate at 7:30, I was still satisfied from my early dinner. I sat at the table to enjoy the conversation, but just had a glass of water.
Having dinner together is a priority for our family. I certainly don't want to eat early and miss the good companionship around the table. But I could use the oven timer and the crock pot more, so that we're ready to eat when we come in from the pool. I could eat my meat late in the late afternoon and have fruit and or salad at dinner time. I wonder if anyone else in the family would benefit from an earlier dinner time. I'm going to have to work on this.
On a different subject. There is a restaurant where my son and I like to eat liver & onions. Today I tried cooking liver & onions for lunch. I cut the liver into thin strips and cooked it slowly in a skillet. I cooked the onions separately in grape seed oil. We both agreed it was very good, rivaling the liver & onions in the restaurant.
I opened the Sunday comics and in "The Better Half" Harriet is on the phone saying "I need a babysitter for Friday night. Someone to watch my husband while I'm out so he doesn't cheat on his diet." That must go on my refrigerator door!
Then I read "Frank and Ernest." The scene is a ballpark. Frank says "We started out with first inning peanutsâ€¦followed by second inning nachosâ€¦third inning sodasâ€¦then fourth inning pizzaâ€¦fifth inning chilidogs and sixth inning ice cream. The final panel shows Ernest being carried to an ambulance as Frank says "Now it's time for the seventh inning stretcher."
After church we had barbeque for lunch. The restaurant offered green beans seasoned with grilled onion as a substitute for potato salad. It was very good.
I baked a loaf of spelt bread in my new bread machine. I haven't tried it yet since I try not to mix grain and meat. The family said the flavor was excellent, but that it wasn't as light as my bread usually is. I'll have some for a snack tomorrow, and then see if I can adjust the recipe to fit the new bread maker.
Now that the yearbook is finished, my next professional job is getting graduation pictures delivered. I make the pictures I take at kindergarten and senior graduation available to parents. To make a long story short the photo labs I normally use both had equipment failures. I wound up driving across town today and waiting three hours for a new lab to print a sample of their work.
The day was hot, it was lunch time, and I hadn't packed either food or water in the car. There was a shopping mall nearby. I thought I'd run errands while I waited and get a bite to eat. Strike one - I couldn't find anything I wanted at the mall, and there was nothing to eat that wasn't loaded with avoids. (Pretzels, fried chicken, ham sandwiches, and pizza, were plentiful. But there wasn't even a plain hamburger much less anything fresh.) I had heard of a Farmer's Market in the area. I thought I'd see what fresh vegetables were for sale and buy a cool fruit juice. Strike two- The day was so hot that all the vendors had closed up early.
I was close to a shopping center with a health food market. There I hit a home run. My bread machine had burned out last week. I found a sturdy one on sale for 1/3 off. Now I needed spelt and rice flour. Walnuts were on sale, and I bought two bags. Best of all the deli had roast beef with no avoids. I bought 1/3 pound of roast beef and a bottle of water. That quelled my frantic hunger and thirst.
What I learned today: First, when I leave home, even if I plan to be back soon, I need to take food and water. I leave myself vulnerable to snatching an easy avoid when I am frantically hungry. Second, it was better to deal with hunger pangs than compromise. A pretzel at the mall would have tasted good in my mouth, but gone sour in my stomach. Third, a deli is a good place for a Type O to find relief. I could buy beef by the pound with no tempting bread or chips. Definitely, the roast beef was worth waiting for - and so was the photo lab.