I got a really funny message from my BFF, Rach, on Tuesday evening about how oh, it’s a Tuesday that feels like a Monday, and even though we had a 3 (or 4, in her case) day weekend, it wasn’t long enough.
Lots of cooking fun over the holiday weekend – Baked a peach raspberry pie on Friday night; pork roast on the grill and baked beans, slaw and potato salad on Saturday; Mark’s mom’s sour cream waffles & bacon & local melon for brunch on Sunday, per his son’s request for “grandma’s waffles” for his send off to drive the U-Haul to Minneapolis and go back to school; brats and green bean salad (this salad of Heidi’s that I made with green beans and almonds instead of yellow beans and pepitas – I used low-fat coconut milk; mistake, woulda been tastier with full fat) and a few ears of corn on Monday. I was worried about who’d be there to eat everything, but Al & Emma and John all came to eat Saturday, I sent buckets of salad back to Milwaukee with John, and on Monday I biked over to Dorla’s with half the pie, and Al came back to eat brats.
Tuesday there was a book launch party for the Local Food Journal at the Weary. I had made four baguettes over the weekend, and stuffed them with roasted broccoli, olives, and 3 kinds of cheese, including a ranch-style cream cheese spread, according to one of the recipes in the book. Joey Dunscombe, who runs the kitchen at the Weary, was just a sweetheart about the event taking over his dining room & kitchen – and the whole thing was lots of fun.
Somehow or other, besides the food-related stuff, I worked Tuesday and Wednesday, got all of my classes up & running, met with two of them online, and then headed to Toronto on Thursday for the film fest. We are seeing 18 movies in 10 days. We are here now. Here’re the pix; explanations to follow.
