Weekend Things

I don’t even know how to start this post because there were so many good things this weekend.  Namely, visiting with Hannah and Josh and Mason, — who is starting to support his own head already?! — making pasta for the first time ever (!!!!) and lots of family time on Sunday.  I mean I also burnt my mouth on coffee, yucca fries and a bite of farro but shhh, let’s not talk about those things.

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I love this little baby!!!  Oh sorry, that’s probably too much yelling for a Monday morning but seriously, he’s the cutest and the best and watching him throw his little baby arms in the air, mid-nap was heart-melting.  I feel I could just gaze at him forever.  Bonus: we got to eat some delicious pizza and exchange Christmas presents with Hannah and Josh.  What time should we come over this Friday, guys? 🙂

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Some Saturday morning scenes.  Including a Greek yogurt, tahini, date, granola toast pre-eye exam and grabbing a latte from a new coffee shop with the prettiest details post-eye exam.  Guys, I’m pretty sure my eye doctor is semi-insane.  I found it half entertaining and half annoying so I’ll have to weigh the pros and cons of laughing really hard but also having to wait 15 minutes to see her and another 30 minutes for her to get through the exam.

This video doesn’t have sound but just know we were listening to the “Italian Cooking Music” playlist on Spotify and “Mambo Italiano” was playing at the time.

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We took on a double grocery store trip afterwards and I’m pretty sure Joey was suffering from caffeine poisoning and didn’t even know where we were or what day it was.  He’s lucky I was in a good mood 🙂  But let’s skip over afternoon activities of lunch, reading and going to the gym to hit the most important event of the day… HOMEMADE PASTA!  Lori got us pasta attachments for Christmas and I had been reading up on how to make it all week.  Suffice it to say I was a bit excited.

We used this really detailed guide — there’s a shortened recipe at the end — and mixed the dough, then Joey kneaded it for A LONG TIME because it was sort of stiff but we got it all sorted out and the actual pasta rolling process was so dang fun!  I had to give myself a pep talk beforehand that went something like “if this turns into a giant disaster and we end up throwing it all in the trash, IT’S OKAY.”  But then it wasn’t a disaster.  And it was fun.  And we ended up with some wonderful pappardelle that we loaded with beef ragu, ricotta and parm for dinner.  I’ve never been so happy!

P.S. We started The Handmaid’s Tale that night and there will be more on that once we finish.

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Sunday started with breakfast at my parents’.  My mom knocked it out of the park with the food — Mom, Joey and I decided that was the best your French toast casserole has ever tasted! — and I drank coffee out of that hilarious mug, then my mom, Dad, Joey and I drove up to my brother and Nikki’s to give them their Christmas presents.  Joey was out throwing the football with Gennaro and I was inside making/putting up Valentine’s Day decorations with Belle and then when the boys came in to play Madden, Belle, Nikki and I did some crafting with this jewelry kit.  Apparently, Joey and I are the kind of psycho non-parents who think it’s a good idea to give a child something with that many beads.

We dropped my parents’ off back home around 3 PM then grabbed linner at Vital Root and finally headed home ourselves to do those adult duties of laundry and making lunch for the week.  Not going to lie, after getting our salads made, I most lazed about on the couch for the rest of the night.  Feels necessary to do that sometimes.

How was your weekend?

Tuesday Night Soup

Let me tell you a story about a soup that was a disaster but then wasn’t.

I dutifully soaked the beans overnight, thawed buttermilk from the freezer, got onions in the pot as soon as we got home.  An hour later and those beans were still hard, the crispy onions were maybe just a tad bit past crispy, the thyme we subbed for mint was making our entire kitchen smell like dirt.  This dinner had all the makings of an episode of deep disappointment for me.

I read these recipes beforehand, I spend money on the ingredients, I envision myself cooking them, eating them, loving them.  When reality doesn’t live up to my expectations, it can throw me for a real loop and my reactions are not healthy or helpful.  Like eating one bad meal or worse, throwing away one bad meal and having to resort to a Plan B that I never even considered existing, could ruin my life?

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So imagine my shock when I was so chill about that soup.  The beans were NOT “creamy,” the onions maybe tasted a little bit charred, that thyme oil was gross and went down the drain.  And guess what?  The soup was still really good!!!  How?!  Maybe my lax attitude willed it into deliciousness?  Let’s not question these things.

Wouldn’t it be nice if this was a Lesson Learned Moment and I’m now imperceptible to cooking failure disappointment?  I’d like to pretend it is, but I know it isn’t.  I’ll still watch 50 videos on how to make pasta then feel like a failure if I don’t do it to perfection.  I’ll still be upset if I buy an expensive cut of meat and overcook it.  I’ll still be sad if my pancakes stick to the pan and I have to eat toast instead.  But maybe just one less instance here and there is progress.

Recipe: Beans and Green Soup with Salted Yogurt and Sizzled Mint