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John’s been here since Monday night, awaiting his surgery for his new ankle. I can’t quite remember the order of everything – one night I made the kale potato gratin, and somehow we didn’t eat until 8:00. I’m sure it was a little too kale-y, greens-y for Mark. I test-drove my new mandoline, and liked it pretty well. That last few inches has been sitting in the basement fridge – I think it would be good fried up with eggs – maybe, if John & Megan want real breakfasts before they head back to Milwaukee today, that’s what we’ll have. If they just want coffee and rolls, we can eat the cranberry cimmy buns from New Year’s that I got out of the freezer. I remember being a little disappointed with them on New Year’s but they’re surprisingly good now.
Some other night, I just made egg sandwiches – maybe that was Monday – before the snow. I made a loaf of no-knead bread on the weekend, and we kind of polished it off. Hmm, no I bet that was Wednesday, after my online class. I went upstairs and got all set up, thinking it stared at 5:30. Students aren’t required to attend live; they can watch the recordings, so I decided that this must be the night when nobody came, started the recorder, and started lecturing. When students arrived at 6:00, I realized my error, trashed the recording, and started over again. I think the first few slides actually went better because of the practice.
On Thursday, I made a casserole – pasta al forno, baked pasta, is the fancy name. I thawed out a batch of Marcella’s tomato-butter sauce that I made in the summer with good fresh tomatoes, and some Mornay that I think must’ve been for a School Woods brunch – October 14th, probably. I cooked a box of small shells, and the random 1/2 box of rotini, mixed the noodles up with the sauce, plus an end of brick cheese from the back of cheese drawer, cut int small chunks, and some of a jar of Trader Schmoes pizza sauce. Topped it all off with the Mornay, a handful of breadcrumbs that were left from the kale dish the other night, and Parmesan. Me, John, Cory, and Kanari all ate it happily, and Mark had a plate too, when he came back from his walk.
Last night, after the surgery, Mark & I went to the symphony, and I ordered Thai for the kids.
