I had intended to continue my daily thankfulness posts through the end of November, but I got distracted by actual Thanksgiving celebrations and didn’t have a chance to write anything. I briefly thought about trying to catch up on on the missing posts at the beginning of December, but instead I caught up on dishes and cleaning that didn’t get done during the week of stomach flu and Thanksgiving.
Today I launched into Christmas cooking with a triple batch of salted caramel pretzel bark and it’s too late to go back to Thanksgiving. Forward! Never look back! Or something like that…
Today I also launched my new YouTube channel: Good Bad Food. My first video is of my making my amazing slightly famous homemade ketchup, and you can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdX2RphlJ3A
I also started a new cooking blog to go with my youtube channel: http://goodbadfood.wordpress.com/
I’ll still be posting daily life type stuff on this blog, which may even sometimes include cooking, as there’s a lot of that in my daily life, but the majority of my food related posts will now be going on my new blog. (I think. We’ll still have to seek how this new blog arrangement works out over time.)
So, everyone who enjoys my recipe posts here needs to go subscribe to my youtube channel and my new blog. The rest of you can now be relieved that will be less of that recipe stuff cluttering up this blog. 🙂
This morning I made ketchup before breakfast.
We’ve been out of homemade ketchup for a few days, and also out of the tomato paste I use to make the ketchup. While we do have a half bottle of store bought ketchup sitting in the fridge from before I started making my own ketchup, it is increasingly just not worth it to the eat the store bought stuff.
I’ve become accustomed to thinking of ketchup as a healthy addition to a meal, an option for adding a probiotic boost to my food rather than a shot of chemicals. The idea of squirting corn syrup and msg all over my food suddenly makes the whole idea less appealing.
So, when we got tomato paste back in the house I took my first opportunity to make a new batch of ketchup while frying up some (organic) potatoes for breakfast.
It’s really good to be able to have healthy yummy food around the house, and to be so used to it that it’s a shock to have to go without it temporarily is clearly a blessing I should appreciate more often. (Did I just say I should make fried potatoes more often? I think maybe that is what that means…)
Many months ago I picked up a cheap milk frother on sale. It was a little wobbly and despite being touted as useful for beating an egg it froze up in any liquid thicker than milk. Still, it produced a reasonable layer of froth on top of my flavored milk steamers and hot chocolate, and I used it fairly often for such purposes.
And then it died. Whether it simply succumbed to the rigors of months of frothing milk or got water inside it’s motor housing I have no idea, but one thing was clear: I wanted a new milk frother. And, having already established that I would use a milk frother on a regular basis, this time I was willing to shell out money for a shiny new stainless steel Aeorolatte milk frother with four and half star rating on Amazon.
I waited eagerly for my new milk frother to arrive (along with my new cleaver and metal basket for my kitchen scrubbies). By the time it did arrive I had no milk in the house and had to wait until I got more. (Technically I did have sour milk in the house, but as there is clearly no point in frothing sour milk, it is irrelevant to this post.)
By the time I got more milk I was, unbeknownst to myself at the time, on the brink of coming down with the stomach flu. I drank a sip of milk and my stomach *hurt*. I decided this was a bad time to fix myself a latte or frothed hot cocoa.
When I finally got past the stomach pain of the bug I had, having eaten not only rice, but meat and potatoes and butter, I knew exactly what I wanted: a peppermint steamer. The new milk frother didn’t wobble at all and it whirred with a power suggesting that it might not balk at scrambling several eggs at once. It created a thick layer of, not just froth, but full blown foam on my peppermint steamer. It was amazing.
So here’s you, odd little gadget that looks like a battery powered whisk. You make this world a place with a little more foam on lattes and peppermint steamers and hot chocolate, and that is something this world needs very much indeed.
I’m not normally a rice person. I can tolerate it if it’s covered with lots of Chinese sauce and meat, but even then I’d normally rather eat the meat and sauce without rice. And if it comes to just choosing a carb I’d rather have any form of potato or garlic bread or plain bread and butter or corn pudding or millet or… you get the idea.
But when you come down with an odd form of the stomach flu where your stomach doesn’t tolerate food but forgets to shut off the ‘hungry’ switch, and you haven’t eaten anything solid except frozen banana puree (which is actually pretty good, but barely qualifies as solid) all day long, rice becomes an amazing substance worthy of sonnets.
Rice. It’s what’s for dinner.
Okay, so everyone who knows Colton is going to roll their eyes at this one, but I know better. He’s an organized person and a tidy person, but if he were particular he would be freaking out about me several times a day.
Instead, when I serve hot dog buns with hamburgers because I burned the last roll in the house trying to toast it and all our loaves of bread were frozen, he shrugs his shoulders and moves on.
This is a very good thing (because that sort of thing happens rather often around here).
Chocolate is pretty amazing.
But not as amazing as the fact that my husband, on a day when he had about 100,057 details to deal with, stopped on the way home from picking up the car at the mechanic to buy me dark chocolate truffles.
Despite all the complaints you could make about our current food system in this country, and believe me I’m not a fan of the abundance of chemicals in my food or the depletion of nutrients in the soil, I am a fan of the fact that I can walk into any local grocery store and buy fresh tomatoes at any time of the year. Fresh salsa and tomato sandwiches may be a bit less flavorful in the dead of winter, but I’m thankful for the ability to make them at all year round.