I shouldn't have let testiness inflect my last post. Now I see that the desperate moment inspired a sense of "if we have no order in our homes, by god, let us have it in our sentences!" But the desperate moment passed, and I found the safe deposit box key (eventually) (along with the passport I feared to be lost), reflected on my own stylistic shortcomings, and went on to have a lot of luck with various customarily-irritating logistical details over the course of the week. By this I mean that customer service representatives were unusually human and helpful, as was my local shipping center, whose small staff and long wait times usually drive me into a rage.
To cap it all off, the baby was an angel on our just-the-two-of-us flight from California to Texas. Since I hadn't flown with her since she was small enough to do a lot of ear-soothing nursing during takeoff and landing, I was terribly nervous, especially when she began to holler while we waited to board, attracting the deathly attention of every one of our soon-to-be fellow passengers. Never have so many eyes been so invested in my performance: will the mother of that screaming toddler be a capable soother? Well, my fellow passengers, you owe your pleasant flight to Bee's good nature and the forbidden fruit juice I plied her with during ascent and descent.
Before we left, we ate
- 3.22 cold rice noodles and spinach and Asian-y seasoning, Madhur Jaffrey's radish salad, tofu fingers broiled until tough and brown (exactly as delicious as it sounds)
- 3.23 sauteed ling cod, cabbage, toast
- 3.24 brik eggs
- 3.25 sweet potato, quinoa
- 3.26 lasagna (Lucinda Scala Quinn's, pictured above), salad
- 3.27 penne with cauliflower, bacon, and capers--outstanding; I make this frequently but never know how it will turn out
- 3.28 picnic supper on airplane: quinoa with edamame, feta, and mustardy vinaigrette, surprisingly delicious
When I leave Andrew alone, I try to leave the freezer full of lasagna and baked ziti. So I ate only that tiny missing corner of this one, and it took a lot of restraint not to eat more. Since I often make vegetable lasagna, I was pleased by how quickly this one came together, with no produce to wash and chop and blanch. Italian sausage isn't so needy--it goes straight into the skillet. The other key to success here was the slightly spicy tomato sauce, which ensured that you never got a bland mouthful of ricotta. I used only a half pound of mozzarella on top, which was half the recommended amount. More might have been better, but less was sufficient. Anyway, since my last lasagna (cheese, from the Dean & Deluca cookbok) was disappointing, I was extra pleased to turn out a stunner.