This blog will continue as though there has not been a month and seventeen day lapse in posts, because, you know, denial.
This weekend I got dressed exactly one time. I applied make up exactly one time. And I fixed my hair exactly one time. And those were all at the same time, so that I go to a birthday party for three cats, which, well, sort of makes perfect sense. In addition to that, I watched about 12 episodes of White Collar, baked some cookies, made some chicken salad (coerced Davey to grill the chicken, so that I could assemble it), and cuddled with my puppies.
Additionally this week, I learned a little bit about just how poor I am at making pasta. My in-laws stayed with us for a few days, and despite flagging energy on Thursday, I insisted on making dinner. I had my mind set on this pasta dish, and no one could talk me out of it. Davey made a grocery run early in the day to secure asparagus and parmesan, which we were inexplicably out of. Having gone through a coupon hoarder streak, I knew we had more than enough pasta for the dish. Except, when I got home, we didn’t. We had a couple boxes of whole wheat spaghetti (which D hates more than nearly anything in the culinary world), lo mein noodles, and, well, that’s it. Whole wheat spaghetti it was. I put the water on to boil, yet, I got impatient (as do I always), and added the pasta nearly immediately. Except the water wasn’t hot, as it were, so instead of actually cooking the noodles, it just got them semi-cooked, wet and floppy. The problem arose that by the time the water did actually boil, the noodles would thusly be overcooked. Much to David’s delight, I dumped the pot and decided that lo mein would be more than fine – wine disguises many sins, and therefore, everyone was going to enjoy an extra glass. Except. Well. I let the water get appropriately rolling and blindly dumped the noodles into the pot. Then realized they were bound in bundles and needed to be separated before cooking. I burned myself while attempting to fish out the noodles, free them from their shackles, but, by then, the noodles had cooked just enough to fuse together and be unusable as single strands of pasta. And into the trash they went. For the second time. My bemused husband quietly patted me on the arm, unearthed a box of tri-color farfalle from the annals of the cupboard and expertly boiled it to perfection.
Oh. The dish turned out really great. Third time’s a charm. Or something cliche.
Many weeks ago, I made these bonbons and have been planning a remake ever sense because they are so delicious.
Fudgy Rolo Bonbons
1 package of chocolate chips
1/4 c. butter
1 can condensed milk (or, since I didn’t have any on hand, I used this recipe, which turned out spectacularly)
2 c. flour
1 t. vanilla
1 package of Rolos or chocolate candy of choice
Melt butter and chocolate chips together in small saucepan, stirring frequently. Add condensed milk and continue stirring. Remove from heat and transfer into mixing bowl. Combine with flour and vanilla. Shape dough around Rolo or candy and place on cookie sheet, continue until dough is gone. Bake at 350 for 7-9 minutes.