WARNING: The post you are about to read may contain whining and self-pity.
The price of admission - work through a recipe that may or may not be pleasing to my pallet. It's really a small price to pay for such a great outlet.
Since the rest of April's selections pretty much scare the living daylights out of me, it was a relief that this week's selection made me happy.
After a most miserable work week last week - that picked right back up Monday morning, I think the Universe must have known that an unpleasant item was going to push me right over the edge into insanity.
And it would not have been pretty. Not pretty at all.
So, I am going to put my nickel in the cup and declare the "doctor to be in" (not so subtle Peanuts reference).
Did you know that there is a truck capacity crunch going on right now in certain parts of the country? I don't mean to bore the world with nerdy transportation stuff (ok, I mean to bore you...), but pulling trucks out of thin air has been the bane of my existence for the past two weeks. Not just plain old boring trucks, but specialized equipment that requires drivers with special endorsements.
Why is it that when something isn't available, suddenly everyone wants one? Kind of like the newest i-phone... Or Cabbage Patch Kids (yes, I totally had one of those when I was a kid)... Or Tickle-Me Elmo (my girls had those -totally creepy toy - but not as creepy as the talking Teletubbies).
But at the end of the day, I can't complain. These are the things that keep work interesting. And interesting is what gets you up and out the door every morning.
Anyhoo, here's a short anectode that further puncutates the kind of week I was having.
We were getting ready to leave for school/ work the other morning and my dear, sweet, darling youngest daughter took one look at me and asked me if I was going to work or staying home. I gave her a funny look. And she asked me "if I was wearing THAT" because it looked like pajamas (THAT being a pair of wool trousers and a cashmere v-neck sweater - totally not pajama like). Sigh. Nothing like a morning boost of confidence... Not.
I ran upstairs and did a quick mirror check to verify that it didn't look like I just rolled out of bed. I didn't. Sigh.
I guess I should take that all with a grain of salt - this is the same child who spent four years of her life wearing all black, chains and rainbow colored hair. Which made going out in public, um, interesting, to say the least... She's always been my outspoken one.
Parenting is definitely a lesson in humility. Or is it just me? (That was a rhetorical question, I know it isn't just me)
Translated: it is Tuesday evening & I hadn't cooked this week's FFwD yet. I considered skipping for the first time since I had started. I pulled out the book. I read the recipe. And thought to myself, "Seriously? That's it?"
I skimmed the recipe, pulled everything out and started cooking. Twenty minutes later, I was done. I will confess, that I kind of didn't totally read the instructions and just did what I thought I should do with each of the ingredients. Yes, I let my onions get color - for Pete's sake, I was cooking them in bacon fat, color was going to happen. And speaking of bacon, I found a bag of lardons leftover from my homemade bacon. Score. Total score.
This means we ended up with asparagus that has been tossed in lemon juice, sprinkled with bacon & onions cooked in bacon fat, dusted with crushed pink peppercorns and large flake salt, and finished with a light drizzle of walnut oil. Yeah, it was good. Which is a providential, because it is going to have to carry me through the rest of April.
I am putting myself in Dorie's hands and keeping an open mind about the sardine rillettes, coconut friands and navarin printanier. Okay, I am not keeping an open mind about the coconut friands. I don't do shredded coconut. I'll make them with joy, but someone else is going to have to eat those. Sorry, this girl has her limits. I think I would rather eat a chicken liver over the shredded coconut.
Thank you for sitting through my therapy session. If I had your address, I would send you a nickel.
And if you are celebrating one of the holiday this weekend, I hope you have a nice Easter or Passover.