The Ingredients of the Holiday
We are safely home. We have not slept, hoisted luggage, opened mail, unpacked, done laundry. The usual. Changed credit cards and money in wallets. Yawned.
I have spent the day dragging, with John, the Christmas tree out of the living room and down two flights of stairs, a feat I compared, to my friend Alyssa, to dragging a pile of Pringles out of a tiny space without crunching them. Agony. And the ornaments. Why so numerous?
We all took naps. Then I opened the empty, pristine refrigerator and felt hungry.
“Gee,” I said to myself, “Self, your jeans are tight. Why would that be?”
The two choices seemed to be that they have smallened, or I had largened. And it was but the work of a moment from that observation to my own memory of the sheer LIST of ingredients that marked our holiday, for me to come to the obvious conclusions: food is GOOD.
I thought, just for fun, I’d list what I remember buying and cooking. This will help me in my quest to fit into my jeans, as well as providing a VERY happy gastronomic memory of my holiday. And onward to a bit more restraint!
THE LIST (as I would shop it if I were at Stop ‘N Shop in my town in Connecticut)
shrimp to stir fry
haddock to fry
oysters for stew
duck legs for cassoulet
pork belly for cassoulet
pork tenderloin for roast
lamb shoulder for cassoulet
pork sausage for Christmas morning, and for cassoulet
beef tenderloin to grill
buffalo mince for chilli
whole chicken to roast
chicken parts to bake
countless eggs to scramble for breakfast or a midnight snack
beets to roast
cauliflower to roast
butternut squash to roast
fennel to roast
carrots to roast
asparagus to saute
celery and onions, sage and mushrooms for stuffing
parsley, cilantro, basil, tarragon for garnish
broccoli to steam
spinach to cream
red peppers to make into soup
mushrooms to make into duxelles
tomatoes, avocado, red onion, basil for salad
garlic to roast
green beans to saute
potatoes to mash, to grate with cheese, to steam for hash
strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, rasperries
melon
pears
apples and bananas for cake
mozzarella, goat cheese, cheddar, feta, Parmesan, ricotta
homemade chicken stocks, turkey stocks for soup
the olive oil, lemons, balsamic vinegar, salt, pepper, Fox Point, celery salt, Italian seasoning, paprika, cumin, cayenne, chilli seasoning
chickpeas, black beans, red kidney beans, cannellini beans, Beluga lentils
pastas, tomatoes, pine nuts, Vodka for the occasional emergency pasta
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and Nonna’s Christmas cappuccino, lime and savoury cheesy cookies as a garnish!
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I am quite sure I could set this all to music if I weren’t so… jetlagged. Soon, I promise! In the meantime, a tiny bit of austerity shall prevail. Plus tennis… I hear rumors from John that indoor tennis is in our future. More to come. But in the meantime, I’m tearing up that grocery list. It only encourages me.
I am CERTAIN that somewhere, it’s bedtime. So good night.
i must say for my own sake that i had just woken up in that particular photo…
Speaking of which, go to sleep!
I am cracking up! My pants are tight, too, and I blamed it on my dryer until I read your blog! Thanks for the reality check, Kristen! We are on a two-hr delay tomorrow and then it’s off to yoga for me…
Blimey love… How many meals were you away for? If you don’t manage to shed it before, we’ll run it off in Padstow in between meals… and cocktails and bison grass Vodka…
Shocking, I know, my loves! It was three weeks of nothing but cooking and eating, and very LITTLE exercise! Shocking. But even two days of normal life is getting us back to normal. Nothing shall keep me from bison grass Vodka, feel assured!
How I wish I had been at Red Gate Farm for all that good food! And for all your blog readers who have heard about your mother who always hated to cook, but loved to eat your cooking, I’m still living on deli sandwiches and desserts when I’m not with you! Much love to the three of you and four cats.
Mom, I only wish I were there to cook for you! let’s see, scallops and shrimp and chicken livers, and… much love from all of us here.
I knew I needed another word or two for my vocabulary: Smallened, or more appropriately, Largened. Brilliant!
My enormous son came home from St. Petersburg ravenous for everything American: sunlight, fresh air, fruit, beef, a full fridge — plenty… and I indulged him. And I guess myself in the process. Good thing (??) he’s headed back to college, taking the rest of the double chocolate brownies with him…
Sarah, Avery invented “smallened” when a little girl and it is a very useful word!
How wonderful to have those days to feed up your son… next will come spring break, I suppose!
Such a charming post … I read it with a smile (of recognition!) on my face.
Do you ever TIRE of food, though?
Do you ever get to the point where only a plain baked potato, or a crisp apple, sounds good?
Sometimes, Bee, but that moment NEVER lasts all the way till dinnertime, sadly!