Happy February everyone! February is typically the time
of year when I want to sleep and read all day long. I’m afraid I’m not usually
at my best mid-winter. So far it’s been a relatively mild February for
Rochester, and it’s not as hard to fight for sanity. Running and yoga and busy
boys bring purpose and peace.
So attempting a bit more of an ambitious Date Night In
this month didn’t seem completely out of the question. Tonight’s the night, and
I’ve already spent several hours this morning doing some prep work. Here’s our
menu:
-Grapefruit 75
-White Salad with
Pomegranate
-Braised French
Green Lentils with Mushrooms and Kale
-Café au Lait
Pudding and Cocoa Nib Florentines
This morning I prepped the lentils with homemade chicken
broth, cooked the pudding (I can’t think of a single thing that can’t be
improved upon with the addition of heavy cream and butter…except perhaps my
waistline), and baked the Florentines.
Which was a disaster. We couldn’t find cocoa nibs
anywhere and it would have been too late to order online. So I substituted a
chocolate bar that contained nibs. This added too much liquid to the batter and
the “cookies” turned into a big flat bubbly mess that is reminiscent of James’
states puzzle or, if you look really closely, the Bills logo. (I kid you not--James
looked at it and asked why Owen threw up on my cookie sheet.)
Instead of little round, lacy cookies, I ran my pizza
cutter through the mess to try to create some angled shapes. Pictures to come
later…
Also, apparently there are no pomegranate seeds in
Rochester this time of year. The produce man at Mt. Wegmans informed Roy
that they are seasonal. I’m not sure how that jives with a salad you’re
supposed to be able to make in the winter, but so be it. It’s going to be challenging
to find an appropriate substitution, and I suspect dried cranberries will have
to fill in yet again (as they did for dried currants last month).
So anyway, we’re off to mixed beginnings here. A full
review, including photos, to come soon.
Today’s 1%:
13/50: Memoirs of a Geisha. I’m afraid I have
little to no knowledge of Asian culture and customs. (Eating takeout sesame
chicken and hanging out with my Korean sister-in-law who does everything she
can to escape Korean culture is about the height of my Asian dealings.) So even
though this book was fictional, I learned a lot. I found little that was
personally compelling, but the book was well-written and, based on my research,
fairly accurate from a historical perspective.
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