Last night J and I had some ghetto minestrone, basically tomato soup with pasta and a can of corn thrown in. The tomato soup was awful, and so the whole meal was ruined. He ate some of it, but I only had two bites. Luckily, I knew I was trying roast beef, again, for H later.
It seems the oven is just completely lying about the temperature, so I put it at 225C, hoping that would do the trick. It cooked for about an hour, and there was enough edible parts t it for both H and I to have dinner, along with sandwich leftovers. I didn't even try to do anything with it, just put olive oil in the pan, and sprinkled salt on it. I added some tiny potatoes around the edges. These soaked in a little olive oil and salt, unpeeled and uncut, for about 15 minutes before I put them in the pan. Everything turned out ok.
Be careful when prepping roast vegetables, as too much olive oil will make your food soggy, not crispy. I use the olive oil and salt combo for almost every vegetable I roast. Carrots, potatoes, sweet potato "fries."
Oh! I found sweet potatoes! There were only five of them, but I bought two for my last week here. I am so excited. I am making fries with them tonight.
We're supposed to go to the Ambassador's house again, but I'm not sure if I'm up to it. I'd have to go to the bank machine for cab money, J has been saying his tummy hurts, and it's all crappy and I don't want to. Plus, I know we'll be stuck inside, which doesn't usually work out too well for me, as I'm never sure what to do with myself. Clearly I'm looking for excuses.
Also, we made friends with a Bulgarian family 2 doors down in the hotel, and they have three little boys, and I don't have to get cab fare. I'm so awful and disloyal.
This post is full of random disconnected thoughts. I tried to post yesterday, but it was even more scattered than this one. It's just not in me today, and I apologize.
I made some undercooked beets the other day, but they worked wonderfully as stamps for J. He made a beet and blueberry piece. Lots of fun with food. I was afraid it would start to smell rotten if I kept it, but my mother in law says she used to use veggies at the Montessori preschool for art and it was never a problem.
I am always proud of myself when I can reuse things for art, like cardboard tubes (we made a forest!) or colorful plastic bags and sticks (streamers!). J is so swamped with toys, that I worry about his ability to imagine things will go away. He seems OK so far, though.
I will stop torturing you with bad writing now. Thanks for slogging through.
-Anne
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