None for me.

So with another meeting this evening I did not have dinner at home. I will have to wait for the pictures to pop up to put this evenings meal in some perspective before I begin pontificating on its various merits.


The daughter mentioned that this was noodle salad and cucumber salad. I looks particularily nice. From past experience I can tell you that the cucumber salad is a vinegar, dill, and yogurt. From the picture I would have to guess it was the vinegar dressing.This was a stew. There is a big pot of this left and I have been assured that I will get another crack at it tomorrow evening. Looks good.

All things home made.

I made it home in time to sample some of this evenings meal still hot. It was a lovely loaf which had been eviscerated and then stuffed with chicken, veggies and the like then topped with cheese. It was kind of a pizza loaf. It was way more than you could get your mouth around so I made my way through it with the help of Mr. Fork and Ms. Knife. His pointed barbs and her sharp edgy remarks made for an interesting meal. The salad was the wife's classic green with onion vinegar dressing.

After dinner the daughter and I went to work on our harvest. The bale of hay we bought last year turned out to be wheat or barley. When we put it down as a mulch during the summer we had no idea it would grow. So to our eternal joy we had a grain harvest recently. The grain went into our food dehydrator on the weekend and tonight we tried to separate the wheat from the chafe. I am sure this system has been perfected many places in the world, even doing it by hand. However, we sat at the dinner table working at the individual kernels of wheat.
After we had a small handful the daughter went over to our mini coffee grinder and turned it into whole wheat flour. We now have somewhere between a third and a quarter of a cup of flour. If we could have gotten a whole cup I would have made pizza dough. As it is we might just use it for muffins or cookies.
Is it just me or is there and evil glint in her eye as she pulverizes the wheat kernels into powder.

The Plague

Well two hours after having a neo citran I am feeling much better. However, things do not bode well for tomorrow. It may be a highly medicated day.

As for dinner I got home late and sat down to some lovely tonkatsu and rice. Everyone else was in the bath by this point so I ate all by my onesome. After saying hi to the bathers I was reminded of the potato salad that was made this morning. That made a lovely encore and it was all washed down with the aforementioned neo citran. I didn't take a pic and neither did the wife. You'll just have to trust us.

The day after

So there was no post last night. I know. We went out for dinner. We ate at the Collander in Trail. It is a Trail institution. Big spaghetti feed type place. All the pasta you can polish if you order spaghetti. The wife had a Italian chicken dinner. The daughter had the lasagna and the son ate off of my plate. You are allowed to share someones plate until you are four.

Anyways here comes this evenings meal. The wife put together a wicked tofu, rice casserole. It was supposed to contain either salmon or shrimp but all she had was a can of tuna so that was how it was made. Baked cheesy crust over tofu and rice in a white sauce. Seasoned with sea salt and pepper and a ginger, onion, garlic, mushroom sautee. The tuna and some bok choy added a little more flavour and colour. Upon reflection the wife recalls adding some miso. The salad had some of our tomatoes layered over lettuce and carrots. The onion vinegar dressing was awesome as usual. The only problem with this meal was the order in which I ate it. The miso soup was quite muted and though brimming with veggies did not have the flavour explosion. My problem was that I had finished off my salad with that crazy strong dressing.
Anyways, it was a great sunday evening dinner and was followed by some butterscotch ripple ice cream.

On a different note as dinner started the son was on the phone with his aunt. He was going on and on about something and she seemed to enjoy the conversation. This is how he looked while talking.

Not too much thanks.

Before dinner the kids were watching a video. The son had no intention of eating dinner and was really quite put out that I had stopped the video.
I was feeling very tired of dealing with situation and didn't have any energy to deal with it. I sat for a moment looking for a way out.
Then suddenly an opportunity presented it self. The daughter hung off my arm and then fell to the ground. My son did the same and suddently everything was all better.
So we went to the table and everyone had some leftover noodle soup and a very simple, cabbage and ground beef stir fry over rice. Everyone except me. I had been snacking and eating all day at the conference we had today so even though it is 9:15 and I didn't eat dinner I still feel stuffed.
After dinner the daughter was feeling it again and managed to give us a couch assisted hand stand. The wife on the other hand wanted to point out her handy work. Asides from making dinner today was a bread day. With some of the dough she and the daughter made some fun bread.These are an-pan. I especially like the smiley faces. Today's bread experiment was not using any oil. The bread did not rise in its usual way but that just means you need to slice it on a diagonal instead of straight up and down. It is still better than anything you can buy. Its the love you see, you can actually taste the love baked right in.

Debate night

So it is Thursday and the big debate was crack a jar of salsa or make some fresh with the ingredients we have. Fresh was the big winner and subsequently so was I. The wife whipped up her guacamole and this served as a side. The kids managed to get her to make their favourite bean sprout in vinegar salad. And the pork and potatoes were slow cooked to perfection. The just fell apart in your mouth. What I didn't manage to get into the picture were the miso soup and the after dinner bowl of butterscotch ripple ice cream. I am stuffed and I have a full day of work ahead of me tomorrow. What is the deal with working on Fridays? It just shouldn't be allowed.

I've been had.

So this evening was my turn to work late and have dinner at work. Sure that was a fairly nice dinner catered in from the local perogie place. And I like a nice kielbasa as much as the next guy but they were having this at home.

I mean home made karage (prounounciation: Car -ahh -gay) just doesn't happen every day. There is something just amazing about the deep fried, garlicy, seasoned goodness of karage that cannot be beat. And when it is made in your home and you can sneak a few sizzling hot pieces while the last batch is still in the wok then more power to you. However, I did not find out that there was karage for dinner today this morning. I did not even find out at 8:45 when I finally got home this evening. I found out three minutes before the daughter went to be and told me what she had had for dinner. So of course I just nibbled some from the fridge. Even cold it is the doughnut to my homer. I am praying that I get some in my lunch tomorrow. One can only hope. There must have been side dishes this evening but as everyone is now asleep and this was the only pic taken you will have to fill in the rest using your imagination. Some rice dish... Maybe a green salad... Miso soup perhaps.... MMmmmmmmm...