I meant to make these on time for last Tuesday, really I did. They sounded so yummy, and I didn't need to buy anything for them, because I happened to have a can of sweetened condensed milk in the cupboard, left over from fudge I made around Christmas time. (And I don't think I posted the recipe for that, slacker that I am.) Anyway, I finally got started on things on Wednesday of last week.
It was sponsored by his elementary school's PTA, I believe, and basically this was the mother and son answer to the father/daughter "Sweetheart Dance" two weeks ago. Bill said the dance consisted of really loud, pounding music and Julia and her friends running around together playing tag and eating cookies and pizza. And more cookies. And the dads stood around the sidelines sneaking glances at their watches.
Yesterday when I picked Julia up from school, she had a big mostly-green construction-paper creation in her hands, which she promptly handed off to me so she could run around for a bit on the playground. It was a leprechaun, that I knew. I didn't really get a good look at him, though, until later when we were home and I had dug out some tape to hang Mr. Leprechaun on the pantry door. (That's where the artwork goes.) I pressed little loops of tape to the back of the paper plate head, the green construction paper body, and on the backs of his black shoes and yellow mittens. (Well, it is still chilly in the mornings, I guess.)
And then I turned him over and stuck him on the door.
I'm not sleeping well. I have a lot on my mind. And I've been drinking iced coffee too late in the day, in the hopes that it will keep me motivated to stay up late and Accomplish Things. And it doesn't. Or hasn't. It gets to be around ten and my eyes are just tired. I long to shut my brain off and go horizontal for a while. And so I go up to bed, and maybe read a bit, and say goodnight, and shut off the light...and the stuff in my brain just keeps churning.
We've been making batches of Red Thai Curry Paste for years now - we freeze it in ice cube trays and use it whenever we've got a craving for complex flavor coupled with scorching heat.
I wrote about this, my favorite "color" of the various Thai curries, nearly two years ago. In that post, we'd made a batch and used some of it to make fish tacos. I only posted the curry paste recipe, not one for fish tacos per se. But you can wing that yourself, I bet.
Anyway, we've made plenty more red curry paste since that last post, and we've kind of tweaked it a bit (and continue to do so each time we make it), and so I thought I'd write about it again, and this time, I've got pictures. Lots of them.
Last night was the Pasta dinner fundraiser for my husband's students. You know, the one I baked some cookies for. According to all reports, the whole night was a huge success; lots of tickets sold, lots of raffle tickets sold, lots of pasta consumed, etc. The kids and I arrived a bit early, intending to help set up if needed, but all the parent volunteers had already taken care of that, so we just hung out...looked at the stuff on the raffle table...the kids played tag with one of my husband's students.
On Saturday, in fact, I didn't do any baking at all. We had an appointment with our accountant to have our taxes done, and before that, we stopped at Em's house to drop off the kids, return some of Joe's tools (which Bill had been using during the whole bedroom extravaganza over the summer), and, best of all, to see the babies.
That is what I kept saying over and over last night.
Bill got home late after a flute and guitar rehearsal. I was asleep when he arrived home - the day had gone a bit crazy on me and I was tired. Though I guess I'm allowed to sleep, no explanation required, right?
Anyway, he got home, very chatty from too much coffee in the afternoon (he is very susceptible to the effects of caffeine) and proceeded to basically, in that charming way some men have, annoy me as much as possible. Chattering on and on, poking his cold feet at me, I can't even think of all of it; I just tried feign sleep, hoping he'd get bored and go to sleep himself.
And then, when it seemed like he was going to do just that, he sprung it on me.
Yesterday Julia gave me the task of doing all her Barbies' hair. Julia chose their outfits (which basically means she matched up each doll with the outfit she came with originally) and I dressed and coiffed them all.
I never thought of Alton Brown as being overweight, though I don't always watch Good Eats or Iron Chef America (or anything else, really) on a regular basis, so when I saw him on more recent episodes of Iron Chef, I thought he must be very ill - so gaunt! - and I felt a surge of sympathy and admiration for him as he soldiered on, clearly determined to continue his work despite whatever debilitation he was battling privately.
Pretty sad, huh? That I confused HEALTHY-LOOKING with DESPERATELY ILL.
Raining and snowing and cold and wet outside. I should have warmed up the truck this morning, before bringing Alex to school, but I was (as usual) trying to do too many other things in that time between Bill Leaving For Work and Bringing Alex to School. Ah well, it's only water.
We arrived at the school, joined the slow parade of cars and trucks and SUVs, and waited our turn. There was also a bus up ahead, and a little ant-like trail of children emerging from within, hopping down the steps of the bus and entering the school by the side door.
...for now. I'll be back later. This morning - going down to my parents' house for bagels...then stopping to get manure for the gardens. Not the nicest day to do that...it's snowing/raining today. But at least we'll have it for when the weather is cooperative again.
Yesterday Bill dug out a bunch of the compost we've got behind the garage and distributed it among a couple of the gardens. Yay for compost - it's so dark and nutritious and FREE to make.
Also yesterday, I hung a load of wash out to dry. Yes - outside! I was so happy. Everything dried, though by the end of the day the sky was clouding up and it was definitely a lot cooler than the morning. I won't be able to do that again today, or probably tomorrow, either, but the weekend definitely looks promising. The less I have to run the dryer, the happier I'll be.
Meet Ralph. I mentioned him last week, in the first of my posts from Maine. He is one of my very best friends in the universe, and last week I got to hang out in his kitchen and photograph him making a batch of ice cream.
Just a few things for now, just to say "Good Morning" in my little bloggy way.
...We've got more seedlings up...and in case you're wondering, those are dried peas in a sprouting tray up there in this month's banner. Bill planted peas yesterday in the buckets outside, and there were some left, so he decided to sprout them.