Delicious dinner

Once dinner (for me) finally came 'round tonight, I was really hungry and really tired. The boys and I went to get frozen yogurt (Jack mixed watermelon and Oreo in the same cup; BARF) and then to the bookstore for a new book each: Knuffle Bunny really is a hoot, and J discovered a new mystery series that comes in chapter book form, so we got one of those. Fun. Nonetheless, controlling small Tasmanian devils in stores (read: public places) sometimes feels like a Herculean task, and after that, getting home, making dinner, mediating the requisite witching-hour sibling squabble and then a bath and bedtime...well, suffice it to say that I poured a glass of wine during the last book. Pasta sounded comforting, and a rummage through the fridge unearthed some young leeks, half of a when-did-I-buy-that Savoy cabbage, 1 clementine, some prosciutto and my fresh ricotta. OK! A quick cook of the prosciutto and then in the meager drippings, a sauté of shredded cabbage, chopped leeks, a scallion, 2 ramp bulbs and the zest of the clementine. I chose farro linguine to accompany this and added a bit of whey, the juice of half the clementine and some fresh ricotta at the end. Really yummy! I didn't incorporate much of the actual prosciutto; just enough to add some crisp flavor, and a grate of pecorino over pasta is never a bad idea.

Mango mustard? In the news...

Recently, my friend, Cynthia (what do you call someone you've met online but have never met? acquaintance sounds too cold for the foodie community, so I'm going with friend), made some homemade ketchup. I've heard many a time that homemade ketchup is the bomb, but as ketchup has always been one of my least favorite condiments, I've not tried my hand at making any. With excellent french fries? Yes. With amazing onion rings? Yes. But in general, ketchup and I keep a wary distance. Anyway, I thought about Cyn's ketchup for a while and then the light bulb went on: MUSTARD. For me, mustard is the antipole to ketchup. My Dad feels the same way; each of us keeps a full-on buffet of mustards in our respective fridges, and I regularly give him newly discovered moutardes for Christmas or birthdays. I think they're sometimes his favorite gifts. Our attitude is often, "have a little __ with your mustard," a behavior my mother finds fairly revolting. We just nod and know that means more for us. Creole, Moroccan, Bone Suckin', country, Dijon, tarragon...pretty much any stripe other than yellow and mass-produced honey mustard.

I continued noodling on my to-be-made mustard during Pilates this morning and decided to try a variation that includes mango and Vidalias. I'm still considering the addition of a bit of crystallized ginger. The mustard seed-vinegar-wine-Vidalia mixture is having at it in the fridge right now, and after I get the kids to bed tonight, I'll add the mango and blend. Will, of course, let you know how it turns out. It sure sounds good, yes? ~~~~~ Who else is totally psyched about Obama finally coming out in support of same-sex marriage? It sure took a long damn time, and you've got to wonder if Biden's "gaffe" was a planned one to set the stage for O's big announcement. Of course, there is a great deal of political calculus going on behind the scenes regarding the November election, but for whatever reason and timing this happened, I am beyond thrilled. I also think the unsurprising response by the Christian rightists isn't going to do anything but show how out of touch and bigoted they are and thusly will help Obama with independents and centrists; then again, neither of those groups tends to vote with the evangelicals and Tea Party folks, but still... Go O!

On the opposite end of the good news spectrum is today's headline about Ultra-Orthodox Jews shunning "their own for reporting child sex abuse." Really? Punishing those who expose evil is as despicable as the abusive behavior itself. You're just asking to perpetuate these terribly damaging misdeeds with the tacit approval that silence gives. Awful! Just awful!

Also in the bad news column is that ⅔ of American adults are overweight or obese and that ⅓ of U.S. kids are. Two-thirds! 66%! This isn't a totally new statistic, but I was reminded of it while listening to NPR on my ride home today. Really sobering numbers and just another example of something we desperately need to be doing something about - climate change, anyone?- but aren't.

Breakfast of champs, on tap!, poll

This is a solid way to start the day! No doubt about it. Wonderful fruit - hark! despite the weather, summer must be a'coming! - Greek yogurt, and honey. I wanted some mint but was a tad too lazy to boogie outside and get some. Hey, there's a serious chill in the air; I'd just been out to fetch my compost bin and in my haste to get back inside my warm cocoon of a house, I neglected to pick mint. So, image a sprig of mint in this pic and you'll be set. While I really like Greek yog, especially with honey, I really love ricotta. Not a surprise, I know. How many times a week do I talk about the damn ricotta. Many! And so today, I will be making some. I am also craving a mess of greens so will do something along those lines as well.

I'm heading off to Pilates soon- it's been a week since I had any substantive exercise, and my muscles are crying out for it. I also need the mental health benefits it provides because really, T is still not home and the week is starting to drag what with the really(!) early mornings - 5:17a this morning when Jack rolled into the corner of his nightstand with his head; yes, this hurts, but I wish he could have waited until at least 6a- and verbal tsunami that breaks on no parental beach but moi. This morning has been lovely overall, but it kills me when the kids fight because they have different conceptions of the pretend game they're playing. I'm like, guys, NOTHING here is real. Let's take it down a notch.

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