This is a weekday meal of simple hamburgers, but I wanted a salad—rather than fries—to go with them. Jan really likes coleslaw. To make it interesting and different, I decided to add apples.
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As a family activity, we sometimes lure daughter Eilene out of her room—away from playing her online games—to watch a show together. She introduced us to The Great British Baking Show. While she like the competition of the regular show, we prefer the more educational GBBS: Masterclass (sic)—where you learn more about how to make the actual recipes.
We were looking through some old photos, one of which was baby Eilene holding half a naan that was bigger than her head. Eilene asked, why I have not made them in years. She then asked for shashlik and naan for Sunday’s dinner. Five years ago, I posted a recipe for Uyghar naan. Since that time, I have learned some new techniques in bread making and I decided to use them in making this Central Asian bread.
I am making a French(-ish) roasted chicken for Sunday’s dinner. My original thought was to make a carrot soup, but daughter Miriam requested a carrot salad instead. Looking at French carrot salads on-line, I found that I did not have fresh parsley and Miriam cannot eat onions at the moment. I had dried chervil—A.K.A. French parsley—and I decided to substitute currents for the onions.
Wife Jan got back from Burning Man on Monday. She broke her arm while she was there and I have spent much of the week “doing for her”—tying shoes, driving, etc. Getting the pictures she took on her trip has not been a top priority. Jan did get pictures of some of the dishes, before they were gobbled down. I had made enough of each dish that her group could gift the remaining mixes to the camps around them. Continue reading
I found a new produce—new to me at least—at Trader Joe’s this week, Thomcord grapes. These grapes are a crossbreed of Thomson seedless and Concord grapes. They have dark purple skins and a wonderful flavor. While my wife Jan does not like grape jelly—growing up her mother bought nothing but Welch’s grape jelly—daughter Eilene loves it. She asked me to turn these grapes into a jam.
We have a new neighbor across the street and my usual practice has been to gift new neighbors with a jar of jam as a welcoming to the neighborhood. Surprisingly, I had no jam on hand—normally I have 4-5 jars ready to distribute or for personal consumption. I needed to make a new batch.