Thanks to
bipagan and her husband's "sorry we're late" Danish kringle and fresh cherries, we had quite a feast last night. I made polenta with cheese and "peperonata", wanting to make Italian food that wasn't spaghetti for once. Even though the cookbook didn't suggest it, I guess these things do typically go together. I used a recipe like
this one, but actually, I've since found versions on the 'net that sound yummier. People generally use different types of sweet bell pepper and include fresh garlic. I got one "boo" on that because I either didn't know or forgot that
lovelokest doesn't like cooked peppers. (Sorry! I actually rarely ate peppers as a child and teenager because my family is a bunch of freaking northerners, so I really do know many recipes that don't include them, I promise.) We also had lemon pizzelle from the grocery store, which were very popular.
My lazy polenta: I basically cooked one cup of plain dry cornmeal according to the package directions, except that near the end of cooking I turned the heat down and simmered it, stirring it a lot to get the lumps out. Then I put our host's glass 9x13 pan on the burner for a few seconds to heat it up and smeared margarine on the bottom and an inch up the sides, and spread a little less than half of the cornmeal mush in a thin layer on the bottom. Then I sprinkled roughly 2/3 of a cup of shredded Swiss cheese over it, spread the rest of the mush over that, and put another 2/3 cup cheese over the top. I baked it for 20 minutes in a 350-degree oven. I used to eat cornmeal mush for breakfast occasionally, so I'm used to the taste of it, but I think some people would find it too bland, especially without the red wine vinegar from the peperonata soaked into it. All I could find online was a zillion copies of an even tamer recipe than I used, a few similar but needlessly unhealthy ones, and ideas from a bunch of people who puzzlingly want to smother it with seafood, so out of curiosity (and not being able to read Italian), I looked it up in German and found all sorts of interesting variations. People use different oils with it, they put mushrooms and/or onions in it and different spices (I think crushed rosemary would be really good), they use more pungent cheeses or make a separate cheese sauce to go over it (thankfully not of the Arby's Beef 'n' Cheddar variety). So my advice to anyone who wants to make a meal like that is, "Go nuts." But I'm glad I didn't, because as it was, the food was barely ready in time for Stargate Atlantis. That's why I try to avoid cooking when I'm not going to be home most of the day - being able to cut vegetables and measure or even partially cook things makes everything SO much easier. I'm definitely not Iron Chef material, but I'll probably never get fat unless I make so much money that I can actually afford to eat in restaurants and buy unholy amounts of fat-laden convenience foods, because it takes me pretty much all day just to cook one meal.
In other boring news, I finally got rid of that American Express Gift Card my uncle gave me. I'm really grateful to him for giving it to me, but when there's a $3.95 fee for using it, a $2 fee for every month that goes by for not using it after the first 12 months, and the threat of a black mark on one's credit report when using it as a partial payment for something more expensive (that mimics an attempt to go over the limit on a real AMEX card), it adds a little stress to the equation. At least I rarely see him, so he hasn't been bugging me to tell him how I spent it yet. So I basically decided that the next time I was in Madison, I would go to Dick's Sporting Goods and look for something that cost exactly $20. I got one of those shirts that is made of polyester and spandex but is supposed to feel like cotton and keep runners drier, and it actually works better than I would think. And they had an XS (women's), so it actually fits pretty well, though I still have to wear little girls' shorts with it. Darn real adults with their actual hips and such.
My mom was watching an episode of Seinfeld where George gets a date with a good-looking woman by cheerfully declaring, "My name is George, I'm unemployed, and I live with my parents!" Think that would actually work?
Damaged goods
Send them back
I can't work
I can't achieve
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap but you're too much