So ... for supper tonight ...... paella

[Stinky The Clown]

With shrimp and squid and cod. Tomatoes and onion. A little garlic. Seafood stock. Some white wine. A hint of chili - probably I'll use some rehydrated dried chipotle and then add the water to the stock.

[NMDemDist2]

1. we're having T-Bones from the local Meat Market

on the brand new grill

the part finally came in and we got it working :woohoo:

I may try to stop at the store while I'm in town today and get some corn on the cob and try that on the grill too

[Warpy]

2. I found some shrimp in the freezer

Butterflied shrimp dredged in panko seasoned with dry mustard and cayenne and then deep fied. Side of home made cole slaw.

That was my lunch and it was great.

[babylonsister]

3. LOL! I wish I could find some shrimp in my freezer!

:evilgrin:

[Callalily]

4. Grilled

Lake Salmon, and grilled veggies! Supper's going to be good tonight!

[Mr. McD]

5. Grilling a couple filets

Grass fed Angus. Just put 1/2 a beef in the freezer. Excellent meat.

[NMDemDist2]

6. we're waiting on a new freezer gasket to do the same

our local Meat Market is desert grazed and finished on alfalfa with no hormones

it's damned tasty I must say!

[Sparkly]

7. I have to report... The paella was FANTASTIC!!!

I might have had paella before once or twice, picking around the chicken (and it tasted chickenish anyway), but this was GREAT!!

It had halved grape tomatoes, just a little bit of dill and parsley, and fortunately Stinky went light on the chipotle (any more and I couldn't have eaten it! I hate it when that happens).

A squeeze of lemon juice on top, and it was out of this world. Very different from the Italian flavors we often have -- subtle herbs rather than "bold" basil and oregano, more spice and onion -- but it was great!!

If anybody wants the recipe, I'll type it for you!

[NMDemDist2]

8. sounds yummy Sparkly! I envy you your husband's talent n/t

[Sparkly]

9. Aw, he has his moments....

... like the Thanksgiving (or was it Christmas?) when he totally burned the main meat dish...!!

Or last week when he made barbecued shrimp on wood skewers, and the skewers incinerated!!

Or the Christmas Eve when his "Italian Wedding Soup" became "Italian Wedding Plumped-up Pasta Without Any Broth."

(Of course I NEVER make mistakes.:sarcasm:... Mostly 'cause it's hard to ruin putting frozen things from Costco into the oven, or heating up pasta sauce from a jar... I do things like get a can of tuna stuck in the sink drain, or leave things in the frig until we no longer recognize them, or uh... there WAS that time I started boiling eggs in his copper pan and forgot about them, allowing all the water to boil out and, well... We won't talk about that!)

But yeah, he's the one with a real interest in cooking and eating, and has always insisted we sit down together and eat and actual supper. (Otherwise, I just wouldn't, a lot of the time.)

The way to my heart was through my stomach in part, as they say... When we met I was living alone in a rented townhouse, and he decided to cook for me with whatever I had around (which wasn't much!). He made tri-colored rotini with canned tuna, olive oil and dried herbs that just knocked my socks off! Sounds so mundane now, given the stuff he makes here, but I was SOO impressed!!

But don't ASK me how I feel when he asks at 2:00 in the afternoon, "Any ideas for supper?" Grrrrrrr!!! (Yes, I growl at him.) I don't have "ideas for supper" until my stomach starts growling! But he just likes to muse on it himself, it's important to his day, he wants to know if a trip to the grocery store is needed, if there's mise en place to do he likes to do it ahead, etc... And boy, I sure love those dinners when he cooks!!! It is a nice thing to sit down and talk and eat together.

(Although I must admit, I also like it when he says, maybe once a month or less, "I'll just pick something up at Arby's for myself." Dinner with Stinky is sort of like going to the opera -- it's a bit of effort, it's a wonderful experience, but every now and then I'm just as happy to skip it, too! I know, most women would LOVE a complaint like mine!)

(And Stinky? If you're reading this, I have NO "ideas for supper" for Tuesday. I know you've got tomorrow and Monday planned.)

[NMDemDist2]

10. "grrr"

my Mr K does that to me too. I'm trying to figure out what's for dinner and if a trip to town is involved and Mr K just looks at me like :wtf:

:rofl:

remember what Stinky says Sparkly, "Food is love" and he loves ya bunches. Just remember that next time he asks you "What's for supper?"

think of it as a culinary Valentine he gives you every day :)

[Sparkly]

12. I guess I sympathize with Mr. Ketchup sometimes...

Give me a carrot, a piece of cheese, and a quick hug and I'm FINE with that!

The Culinary Clown *insists* on a sit-down dinner EVERY evening, and it pisses me off... until I'm actually sitting down and eating with him. Then I realize it's quite nice. And good for the relationship, too.

I'll bet Mr. K feels the same.

(I still pisses me off, though... At LEAST wait until 5:00 to even ask about it!!)

(And when the school year starts and I'm teaching until 7:30 and THEN he asks "what's for dinner?" I think I'm justified in telling him to GO TO ARBY'S!!!!!!)

[Stinky The Clown]

11. Huh?

Uuuuuh ..... whut? ....... I wasn't ..... uh ..... listenin' ...... er ... I was ..... was ..... uh ..... planningsupperfortomorrow .... yeah .... that's waht I was doing.

I was planning supper for tomorrow! :)

[Sparkly]

13. Stinkyyyyyyyyy.............

C'mon.... Fess up about the time you burned the meat.

[Stinky The Clown]

14. Iyain't sayin' nuttin' .......

...... where's my toque?

Toque-A! Toque-A! Toque-A! ....

[Sparkly]

15. Does the phrase "That's okay, I'm full anyway" ring a bell?

It should, because it's also what they say BEFORE the meat course even goes IN to the oven...

The antipasta.
With the pizza fritte.
The soup.
With the bread.
The 3 kinds of fishes.
The salad.
Meat? "That's okay, I'm full anyway!"
Dessert? "Are you kidding?"

Nobody missed the meat. (But you should still fess up!)

What YOU miss is having 35 Italian family members around a big table eating course after course, laughing loudly and enjoying each other!

What you HAVE is a few people who love you to death, telling you, "That's okay, I'm full anyway," and yet laughing loudly and enjoying each other! (And it's just as grand!)

But FESS UP about that time you incinerated whatever "meat item" that was.

[Stinky The Clown]

16. Alright! Alright! It was the Bracciola. Okay? Ya happy?

I burned the Bracciola. Toasted. Charred to death. Black as coal. Incinerated. Reduced to ash.

I saved the remains. They're in the little freezer. Wanna see 'em? Maybe I can scrape the char off ...... a little gravy .... who'd know?

[Sparkly]

17. You saved the remains???

Now, Stinky... We know the reason we have no place to put anything is that you tend to "save" things...

Old pillows. Old train sets. Old blankets. Old shoes. Old jeans that fit you 20 years ago. Old sweaters from the 1970s that your little furnace-body can't even stand, and you know it.

And we won't even MENTION the pastel-plaid madras shorts that were uncovered in your closet when we first got married.

OR the Austin-Healey "bug-eyed Sprite" taking up room in our garage in the form of a heap of metal and mounds of boxes of parts.

OR the mysterious "top-shelf" items in the refrigerator which I dare not examine.

I could honestly believe you saved the charred bracciola for the same reasons you've saved boxes of tax documents from 1972...

But you know? There comes a time when we need to let it go, Stinky...

Clowns save stuff. They can't help it; but help is available.

Every clown needs to put down the seltzer-bottle now and then and deal with the fact that his pants are bloated. Know what I'm sayin'?

There comes a time to remove the big red rubber shoes and deal with the fact that the big red rubber nose is stuck to one's face and can't be removed without the help of a few engineers, ya know?

And if you choose to get the help you need for your condition ("Clown"), you too can live a normal life in which you no longer save 2-year-old burned bracciola.

The choice is yours. Only YOU can decide. Only YOU can end your dependence on copper pots, your need to save crap nobody on EARTH would want, and your need to make stupid fart jokes. There is help.

Every self-respecting clown knows there's help for the problem -- surgeons can now amputate the funny bone. You can live a life free from funny smells, funny looks, funny ideas, and more!

Alternatively, "Clowns Anonymous" has helped MILLIONS to end their addiction to saving shit, putting seltzer down their pants, and making inane jokes. You TOO can discover the keys to being a "serious person" -- the person you sound like when you do that so-called "Work" thing.

It only takes ONE step toward the freezer to rid yourself of the frozen, burned bracciola. Won't you take that step today? Call 1-800-NOC-LOWN. That's 1-800-NOC-LOWN. Call today!!

[babylonsister]

19. You two, I feel like I'm reading a comedy act here.

Very cute and endearing, though I was better off a minute ago before reading about the fart jokes.
Did he ever get to tossing those pastel plaid madras shorts? That'd be a first step in his recovery.
:hide:

[bearfan454]

18. I love paella

I still have some saffron franmarz brought from Spain.