New Year’s Day 2018

No one in my house likes cooked greens of any ilk except me, and even so, just the wimpy ones like barely sautéed spinach. Black-eyed peas are also off the picky eater menu. To give lip service to the southern New Year’s Day food tradition, because I need all the good luck I can get this year, tonight’s menu goes for the spirit if not the letter of the traditional:

  • glazed ham (bought, not from scratch, but at least I got the pork part covered)
  • green salad (sub for the greens)
  • hummus (sub for the black-eyed peas, chick peas are close enough, right?)
  • frozen corn (sub for cornbread because I simply cannot even come close to making it as well as my mother-in-law, and hers is the only one I really like. Also, my daughter really likes corn)
  • “If I gave you the recipe, I’d have to kill you” baked mac-n-cheese (sub for the rest of the starches, and because my husband loves it)
  • and assuming the mac-n-cheese doesn’t bloat us completely, apple cake with a lightly sweet yeast dough based on this one, with vanilla ice cream (sub for nothing, it’s just so good)

I considered making Bahamian peas and rice as a substitute for hoppin’ John, but since the picky eater peanut gallery won’t eat it, I didn’t see the point. Besides, no shortage of starch going on, and it’s freezing, so running the oven is a good thing. German red cabbage would have been nice too, but that’s relegated to dinners when it’s just my daughter and me. My convoluted background makes for odd menu ideas.

So, with wishes for unfrozen pipes, let 2018 begin. Please be better than 2017.

 

New Year’s Eve

Good-bye 2017, year of being chaos-adjacent.

Dinner of cheater fettuccine Alfredo, which both picky eaters enjoyed. Note: try adding shrimp next time.

NYE dessert is a birthday celebration for a stuffed cat. This year she turned twelve, per my daughter. (Never mind that my daughter is only eight.) We made devil’s food cake cupcakes from a boxed mix because that crap features in a Nintendo game my daughter is playing and sometimes from scratch just isn’t in the cards. We used cat-shaped silicone baking molds. Amazingly, they worked! I greased the heck out of them, dusted with cocoa and no decapitated cat-cakes! Those buggers will haunt my dreams though. Punishment for using the boxed cake mix…

Soothe

Chaos and uncertainty are my themes.This time, the chaos isn’t mine; it swirls around me, while I am in the calm center for a change. My calm center is the kitchen. Chaos and uncertainty soothed by dough. Yeast doughs especially. A forgiving one even more so.

Yeast in warm milk with honey, eggs, butter and salt. Bread flour. They get to know each other.

Dough rests; then the folding begins.

The first folds are sticky, messy, disorganized. The yeast is still sleepy.

After a few more folds and turns, the yeast is awake. Nice stretchy dough, turning smooth and pillowy.

The dough then chills in the fridge until tomorrow.