Greeted by sprouting garlic, when I finally made it into the kitch. Neither cooking nor grocery shopping lately, apparently. Luckily, I had another head of garlic and a big paper bag of really fresh mushrooms; the workday went on a little longer than I'd thought it would, and I never got to the store. So, a compromise: instead of potatoes, pasta, and some Marsala-mushroom sauce. Thank you for all the suggestions yesterday — now at least I'll have recipes for the next cold, cloudy day. I'll be better prepared for that one.
I put about 8 oz. of thin spaghetti on the boil. In the Dutch oven, I sauteed about a pound of sliced mushrooms in 2 T. butter/2 T. olive oil until they were soft, and some were very well-browned. I added a clove of chopped garlic and sauteed for another 30 seconds or so. Splashed in 3 T. of Marsala wine and let the alcohol bubble out. Tipped in 1/3 c. cream, and 1/3 c. of the pasta-cooking water and brought that back up to a simmer. Then drained the pasta and tossed it in the sauce for the last minute or two of cooking. Topped it off with some Parmesan, and thought to add a big handful of parsley after the photo was taken. I wish I'd had a big bowl of fresh spinach, too, and maybe some hazelnuts. All woodsy and wonderful.
So, not what I had in mind, and not particularly challenging, but still okay. The weather here is absolutely perfect. I can't believe July is almost over. I need to bring buttermilk poundcake to a BBQ tonight, so I'm excited about that — I'm thinking big piles of strawberries, too. Tomorrow night, homemade pizza and The Young Black Stallion with our niece. Ratatouille on Sunday afternoon, after all.
Eat, watch, eat, watch, eat, watch. Seems like we should squeeze at least a walk around the block and a salad in there somewhere, jeez. Elephant family.