I’m studying carbohydrate metabolism.
I have a quiz tomorrow. HELP.
It was dinner Friday.
If you’ve ever wondered what to do with all those broccoli stalks you have left after cutting off the florets, here is your recipe.
And, I’d been waiting to make this Maple Bacon Biscuit Bake for like, EVER. It’s a King Arthur Flour recipe that caught my eye a long time ago.
I mean, it was bacon, with maple syrup and brown sugar and butter—all mixed together! It’s kind-of an upside-down thing; you put the bacon mixture in the pan first, then top with biscuit dough dropped by the tablespoonfuls. On a second go-round (and there will be one), two things: 1) less biscuit-to-bacon mix ratio (more gooey goodness needed) and 2) definitely heed the directions to flip the pan over IMMEDIATELY. I accidentally let it sit for too long and the syrupy mix started to harden. Sad.
And can you believe Andrew said he was “scared” he would get this instead of monkey bread in the future? Scared. REALLY?!?! Who says that?!
I don’t know if he can dig himself out of THAT hole, but he started tonight when he said he liked what I made for dinner–Chicken Artichoke Lasagna. I was kind of shocked, actually. Andrew’s not a huge fan of artichokes, but I really wanted to make it and after going through the usual checklist (cheese? no. olives? no. mushrooms? no. beans? no.), I figured I’d give it a try. I didn’t take a photo, but it turned out quite well. In fact, it’s already in the “favorites” binder. I don’t know that I can say it was fantastic, but it was good and different and easy.
So, instead of the salmon, broccoli carpaccio and wild rice with fennel meal I had planned on making for Valentine’s Day, this is what it turned into:
(We tend to celebrate our “dating” anniversary–Feb. 17–and go out then. This year we’re going to Tantalus in Main Street.)
At the same time I decided to stay at school to get some more work done, Andrew decided to come home early to surprise me…go figure. He had even set up the flowers and goodies when he was home for lunch!
By the time I got home at 6 p.m., we decided starting dinner wasn’t the best option. Pasquale’s to the rescue! I sent Andrew out to pick up the pizza and some redbox movies, while I QUICK! popped the angel food cake I’d been planning to make in the oven.
We spent the evening together on the couch, and I barely argued when Andrew suggested we watch the second movie, too.
I served our angel food cake with a tiny bit of cool-whip and valentine sprinkles–hardly an ‘indulgence’ but my dessert for the week nonetheless.
Well, I think our ‘plan B’ Valentine’s Day was pretty darn good. It’s nice to know that after seven years of marriage we can still have fun doing nothing together and that there are still tearful, handwritten card messages, flowers and unique presents.