Homemade yogurt! Greg and I are big fans and really hate all the plastic waste it entails, so I decided to make it with milk from a carton (better but not perfect). Rather hilariously, I searched the interwebs, tried a couple of slightly complicated variations in my giant Staub, with powdered starter purchased online, but neither was quite right. Then I found, on a comment thread for one of the recipes I tried, someone wondering if they did it “wrong” because they just used the “yogurt” button on their Instant Pot.

Friends, I am a frequent flyer in instant pot land, and never even noticed said button! Mix the milk with the starter, put the lid on, and press it. No babysitting while waiting for a certain temperature, for a certain amount of time, no keeping in an only barely warm oven to incubate. It’s amazing! I start it in the morning, then, just before bed, scoop about half of the finished product into a cloth bag over a strainer. It drains in the fridge overnight, and in the morning I have very dense yogurt and a decent bit of whey to use in recipes! I blend the dense bit into what finished the night before for delicious Greek style yogurt. Happy days.

In more button pushing, we had a great system for making rice on our gas stove. When we got the induction, we could not get it right (always crunchy, blech) and resigned ourselves to be a rice-free household. No big deal, as we don’t eat it frequently anyway. But then, well before the yogurt button, we spied it on the instant pot. We dad gum did it again (serious nod to AiC)! Of course it is great, and perfect each time.

How frequently it pays to observe the world with a bit of discretion, eh?

Now to our latest fun eats catalog. This is The Choi of Cooking (thanks Roy!) Green bean and chicken stir-fry. The sauce is his sweet garlic teriyaki, slightly labor intensive, but totally wonderful!

Somewhere on the web, I spied a picture of fish baked with crushed potato chips and was diggity down. Tastes like yum.

I love pudding, just about anyway I can get it. Except, traditional Southern style banana with vanilla wafers. Perhaps, if they were crushed moments before sprinkling on top, I’d be interested, but baked or layered in is just gross. Read: mushy. So, when I crave banana pudding, I candy a couple handfuls of pecans in some sugar, maybe adding a little ginger, and sprinkle them over top. Now that’s what I’m talking ’bout!

I made bagels! I’ve got some rolling and shaping to improve, but the texture and flavor was on point.

Gochujang marinated steak and salad with gochujang ranch. It’s a delicious theme.

Milk and cream braised pork chops! Salad!

I made pumpernickel and sliced it too soon! It was worth every bite. Also, did you know that much of the color and flavor is from cocoa powder? Chemistry!

We made open face fish sandwiches with the pumpernickel. They were the tops!

More pumpernickel! I also used the whey from yogurt making to brine chicken breasts, which is akin to buttermilk. They were the most tender I have ever made. Oh, and topped with Frank’s. Salad had apples and a nice vinaigrette.

Flank steak with miso gravy, homemade lemonade, and an approximation of coleslaw made with fennel and apples. Why an approxiation and not the real thing? I can not tolerate brassicas! Womp, womp.

When I was a kid, my mom made Brussels sprouts, and I became violently ill. Thinking it was just me being picky or maybe they were a little old, I bought them quite fresh, on a beautiful stalk, in Portland. I roasted them in butter and maple syrup, and topped the whole dish with bacon. They were so damn tasty, and I threw all of them right up. Case closed on the sprouts.

Not making any sort of connection, I ate roasted cauliflower, cabbage every which way, and my favorite broccoli in spicy garlic sauce at our local Chinese. I always got sick, but, but, but, I also always thought it was something else. Chinese food being rich, eating too much wheat, fill in the blank. Then, one not so fine day, I ate a big bowl of coleslaw, made fresh and perfect by yours truly and got awful sick. After literal decades, I put it all together and got very sad. So, only approximations, and what a difference!

Blueberry clafoutis. So good!

Turkey and brie burgers with homemade onion, shallot, and jalapeno relish. Good gravy was it tasty!

Here’s to eating…

The Moon

For he would be thinking of love – Till the stars had run away – And the shadows eaten the moon.

W.B. Yeats

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Happy Birthday, Stephanie!

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Cock-a-doodle-do to you, dear reader, from El Prado, NM, which if you’re lazy, is pretty much Taos. Greg, Juniper, and I went with my parents a few weeks ago. We played games, did a little shopping, ate at two of our favorite restaurants, and took in quite a lot of mountain and sky views, as you shall soon see.

Did you ever make the chalk drawings mimicking distant mountains like these? You had a paper for the “drawing” and a second sheet of the same size, which was torn in mountain shapes, rubbed over with colored chalk, then torn again, and moved up the paper and repeated until you were satisfied. Hats off to Ms. Lovato or Ms. Yu who taught me this. It felt very sophisticated for a single digit kid.

No surprise, I got all my “ham it up” instincts from my Dad!

We reveled in some spectacular sunsets!

And a rainbow!

This here is the reason we traveled. Balloons! Red River has a small but mighty festival. It did not disappoint, and was not terribly crowded, huzzah!

Only YOU can prevent forest fires.

My parents are on the left!

The perennially lovely and equally famous San Francisco de Asis in Ranchos de Taos. In the top shot, were you to turn to the right, you’d lay your eyes on one of our very favorite New Mexican restaurants, Ranchos Plaza Grill, and where we ate just prior to snapping these photos. It is absolutely not fancy, in a glorious old adobe building, dotted with local art, including a painting of a gentleman reading the newspaper at the table below.

The light is fabulous and the food and people even better. Please do try it, and save room for the biggest, best sopaipilla in the land. Mmm, YES!

Mountains and sky, and more sky. My heart!

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Spider

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.

Diane Setterfield

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Dirty

I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.

Franz Kafka

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