The State of the Monday

[meirwen_1988]

I went and saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen when I got done with work today. Not as good as the first, but not as bad as Roger Ebert said. Still, I think I see a rerun of the first in the near future.  Saw trailers for The Last Airbender, G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra (Marlon Wayans as "Ripcord" may be one of the best casting decisions I've seen in a long time), Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, 2012, and Surrogate (which I'd heard nothing about, but may have potential, based on what I saw). Lots of dark in the months ahead.

Dinner tonight was a delight. Saturday, because Duchezz had come to Hamilton to pick me up since it got very dark before I noticed Friday night, we had to go back to Hamilton to pick up her truck (thank you Hamilton PD for not putting a ticket on it). So, since the Farmers Market is Saturday, we visited. We got some lovely produce from one of the local farmers, including some local snow peas. We also picked up some pork chops from the Old Order Mennonites. As we walked away Duchezz remarked, "We're probably going to get ruined for pork now, the same way we were by the free-range low-science chickens."

So, tonight I dressed the chops in a simple flour, salt, and pepper prep and put them in the iron frying pan with a tiny bit of olive oil and fried them very simply. I blanched the snow peas, then sauteed them in a little olive oil, with a little sesame seed herb blend. OMG!! I'd forgotten how wonderful pork can taste when Dean Ornish and his ilk aren't calling the shots. What a beautiful, succulent chop. The meat was as lean as you could ask, and surrounded by lovely, tender fat that browned up beautifully. And there's nothing like produce that hasn't travelled in a refrigerator truck and sat in a packing box for an unknown period of time. The only way it could have been better would have been to cook it Saturday (but that wasn't an option).

Then, in a pure coincidence because Duchezz held back one of the pies she made for the bake sale, we're having the last of the blackberry rhubarb pie for dessert tonight. The blackberries and rhubarb were both picked from our yard--the blackberries last summer (not to be confused with the blackcaps), and the rhubarb this spring. Okay, I'm gonna go finish my food-gasm. Ta!

P.S. Duchezz and I just spotted P.C. (Porch Cat) crossing the road with B.C. (Baby Cat). This is the first B.C. sighting, and now the Duchezz is all worried about the B.C. crossing the road. Logic is not prevailing. Suggestions to her regarding options (I provided half a dozen) to address the situation are for naught. *Sigh*

Comments

[wldrose.livejournal.com]

we need to build a kitty overpass, like for Pluie.

ash

[jlbooth76.livejournal.com]

oooh... *blackberry* rhubarb pie? (I think my eyes are doing that starry anime thing)

I was going to wait until I was somewhere more established before starting a kitchen garden again... but the temptation to pick up some barrels is growing :D

[meirwen.livejournal.com]

Well, it occurred to me earlier this season that it was "strawberry-rhubarb" pie because the seasons overlap for a couple of weeks, not from any inherent "rightness," so I had a cobbler recipe that called for those two. We substituted some of the blackberries from the freezer for the strawberries and it was so good! So, we thought we'd see if it worked at the pie level. It does--beautifully.

[dicea.livejournal.com]

I was only whimpering softly until you got to blackberry rhubarb pie, then I began to bawl.

Given the amount of gourmet food I've eaten in the last 24 hours, this is a far greater compliment than it seems at first glance.

Thank you for sharing this. I'm going to go lay down for a bit.