I have hardly had a chance to cook at all lately – too much drama in my life! The Child and the grandkitty are home again for awhile. Cannot go into it here, but things got unsafe (possibly) and so here I sit, surrounded by boxes and laundry and assorted Child-junk. But I am proud of the way that she has handled this situation and having her here makes Sunday dinner more meaningful. It was not a very traditional Sunday Dinner, though. Growing up Sunday Dinner was a roast – chicken or beef, with roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts, Bisto gravy and Yorkshire puds, maybe. Or if I was in NC with Grandma Jean and Granddaddy, it might be fried pork chops or chicken, mashed potatoes, sliced tomatoes and biscuits. In making my own home, Sunday dinner means something different every week, since, as Mr. Kim and The Child will attest, I am loath to make the same dish very often. I thrive on variety and trying new things. I don’t really have traditional dishes. I think that this sometimes frustrates my family, because they will enjoy something that I’ve made and won’t ever find it on the table again. I’m off on another tangent! The Child has been asking for Hoisin Braised Short Ribs again since early March. Maybe next month!
Tonight started with a chopped salad with balsamic vinaigrette:
We have salads a lot, but taking the time to do a chopped salad was unusual and we really like it.
We also had shrimp quesadillas with a wonderful pineapple salsa and black beans:
The salsa was a recipe from someone at eGullet.org and it was a keeper (Mr. Kim would wonder why I bother to keep any recipes at all, since I never cook anything twice – I DO, of course, but not often enough for him).
But the real winner of the day was this:
That would be a World Peace cooky. It’s a Dorie Greenspan recipe and one of the best cookies we’ve ever tasted.
The weekend was crazy and stressful, but we managed to find a few moments of beauty and serenity. Here are some shots that Mr. Kim took in the azaleas outside our door:
So long to this weekend – with all the difficulties, it is still better to be home, with the folks I love.