There must be something in the air, because I have been cooking up a storm this week for some reason. A storm, I tell you! And as you know, every good food storm kicks off with a casserole. One comprised mostly of
cheese and spaghetti is ideal.
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| A big cheesy casserole is the distant, approaching thunder of food storms. |
That wasn't quiiiiiiiite enough cheese to really get the week going right though, so the next night we had bowls of sour cream and cheddar.
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| I put a little bit of quinoa chili under there, just for color. |
Finally satisfied that my dairy quota had been filled, I went a little lighter with this
grilled chicken bruschetta.
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| What cubes of mozzarella? I don't even see what you're pointing at. |
But it was only when I found myself standing at the stove at 6:30 am, stirring a pan full of kale, that I knew the storm had veered into dangerous territory. Time to board up your windows! And here's the really disturbing thing--these
kale and goat cheese frittata cups? Are pretty good.
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| I ate kale for breakfast and I LIKED IT. It has broken me, truly. Or we have just reached an understanding wherein I smother it with cheese. |
Anna is ready for baseball season, no joke.
Fortunately, I was able to focus some of that batting energy into chicken-smashing.
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| I knew she would be helpful in the kitchen if I could find a dangerous enough task. |
Hey, everyone look at the camera!
Okay, fine, let's try just Ivy. Can you give me..."Hollywood ingenue?" Pre-dream-crushing.
Good, now switch it up, I want to see "elder statesman."
Very nice. "Wise-cracking sidekick," go!
Good session.
