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Last friday was all about raffles and NFP, so I skipped the Friday food post. There was only really one meal worth reporting on last week anyway, but it was a doozy:
Coconut curry shrimp on basmati rice.
Eh? Eh? I used Pioneer Woman’s Coconut Curry Shrimp recipe, which she claims is “scrumptious and exceedingly fast/easy.” AND IT WAS. The thing that took the longest was peeling all the shrimp. The rest of it went together in no time, and it was swoonfully delicious.
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Next time I will use less honey and more curry, but man oh man. Next time shrimp is on sale, look out! (I’m talking to the shrimp, I guess.)
We had leftover coconut milk and leftover lime juice, so we threw it in a blender with some sugar, ice, and some rum. It was okay — a little too “Tahitian Tee-Hee” for my tastes,
but I could have used less sugar and more ice. I mean, I drank two of them, but I didn’t like it or anything. Needed more ice. We never have enough ice. Those rotten kids eat it all day long, and then when the adults get home and really need some ice, there’s only a little bit left.
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SATURDAY
French dip beef sandwiches, broccoli, farro
Completely delicious again. I splurged a little so we could have a nice meal together before I went away for a speaking gig in Colorado. My husband slathered the steak with melted butter, salted and peppered it, and put it under the broiler, then sliced it thin. We piled the meat on rolls with provolone and sauteed onions and mushrooms. I put horseradish sauce on mine, and put the whole thing under the broiler to toast it up.
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The French dip was made of beef broth with pan drippings and scraping from the meat, plus Worcestershire sauce and some bourbon. In the picture, you’ll see that I had my French dip in a drinking glass. This is not because I was just drinking it straight, no sir. I would never!
I think the broccoli was just served raw. I think I may have dipped it in the French dip.
The farro was completely unnecessary. I was afraid there wouldn’t be enough food, even though there was actually leftover steak — leftover steak — after everyone was staggering around with round bellies like Rotten Ralph after his tragic catharsis is complete and his family gives him lobster and cupcakes because they still love him, even though sometimes he is hard to love.
But I ate the farro anyway. I doused it in French dip, too.
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SUNDAY
Grilled chicken and salad, oven fried potatoes
I made a marinade out of fresh garlic, fresh basil, freshly ground pepper, salt, oregano, oil, and fresh lime juice. I hate how much of a difference it makes to use fresh ingredients. Boo! Work! Boo!
My husband sliced the potatoes up thin and fried some on the stove top, and mixed up the rest with oil and seasonings and put them under the broiler. It was one of those meals where you don’t have enough of something, so you decided to stretch it, but then it turns out to be more work than you expected, so you use another method, but you’ve already committed to the first method, so you end up having not quite enough food, but twice the effort. At least it’s an ethos!
Oh, the salad was organic baby arugula. What have I become?
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MONDAY
Tacos, tortilla chips
Nothing to report.
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TUESDAY
Hamburgers and chips
This was the first day of my trip. My husband is an excellent cook (cf. above: “slathered the steak with melted butter”), but we thought it made sense to keep meals simple while I was gone.
So I’m in my hotel enjoying a fine dinner of Dasani and granola from a pouch (I like to keep it simple when I’m gone, too), and I get this missive from home:
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Protein and a vegetable! And I’m pretty sure someone ate the plate, too, so fiber.
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WEDNESDAY
Pizza
They had pizza. I had stuffed mushrooms and hot crab dip, blushingly tender beef medallions, baked potatoes stuffed with cheese, bacon, and green things, tournée-cut zucchini*, and what may have been caramel flan with white chocolate garnishes. I had to abandon my dessert because they apparently wanted me to give a speech, not just sit there shoveling food into my face.
*I just spent a good ten minutes looking up what you call vegetables cut into that football shape. I told my husband that I desperately hope this kind of pointless attention to pointless detail is essential to my writing, and he said that since I was the only one who had vegetables this week, he wasn’t going to argue. I did eat both my little footballs.
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THURSDAY
Chicken burgers and cheez items
Nothing to report. I got home before dinner, and was not technically still on a trip, but frozen chicken and bags of orange things that my husband put on the table still seemed like a good life choice.
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FRIDAY
I think we are having spaghetti or something.
Or granola from a pouch.
