Macaroni and cheese was one of the things that Zoe loved during her pre-GFCF days. And as much as I’d like to think that I’ve come up with substitutes for all her favorite things, this is one area where I’ve come up woefully short. I’ve tried to recreate mac and cheese three or four different times, and they’ve all been major “flopolas” (thanks to Lynn for that word–it very adquately describes my mac and cheese results). I’ve even tried a few boxes of mock mac and cheese; in a word, they stunk.
I’ve found some new motivation for trying to recreate this again. Alicat over at Something So Clever posted a fantastic recipe for a mac and cheese (not gfcf), which I made for lunch for Flamenco Dad, Ayden and me. Zoe was at school; I didn’t want to make it while she was here and have to tell her she couldn’t eat it. Anyway, Ali’s dish was great–Dad says it’s the best mac and cheese he’s ever had–but it left me wanting to try this GFCF mac and cheese thing again. So I’m going to do some more research on this and see what I come up with this time. I’m also calling on all my gfcf buddies out there for advice. If you’ve made it work, please let me know; I want to give it another shot.
By the way, here’s the link to Ali’s site
As I mentioned in my Saturday posting, last week was hectic. The week started with Flamenco Dad going out of town for a concert, which meant Mom was on duty 24/7. Then we got to spend lots of time with several out-of-town guests, which was great fun. The concert Dad went to was to see Pepe Romero, who is one of the greatest guitarists of our time. He is the gentleman chatting on the phone in the first photo (I’ll get to that in a minute). My husband has been fortunate to study with Pepe in master classes in the past; and we’ve had the pleasure of getting time to socialize with him whenever he’s come into town. When my husband returned home, we went out for dinner and drinks with Pepe and some of our other friends that are part of the “guitar circle” in this area.
Pepe came back to our city to perform a benefit concert with The Romeros, which is a guitar quartet comprised of Pepe, his brother Celin, and his nephews Celino and Angelito. Celin and Angelito are the other two men in the top photo (Celino was a bit camera shy that evening). The concert was excellent–no surprise there–and afterwards we retreated to the home of some friends for a late evening of partying. As is true to form with musicians, they like to have fun. We stayed up till about three hangin’ with the Romeros and friends.
The next day, my college roommate came over for dinner. She was in town for a conference (she lives in Virginia), and she stopped by for some home-cooked food after the last day of her event. Eunice and I hadn’t seen each other in years. In fact, the last time we saw each other, Zoe was just a baby! We’ve kept in touch on a pretty regular basis over the years, but it was great having her here in person. I made her some Puerto Rican food, which she hadn’t had since the last time I had her over. We talked for hours; she played with the kids; we gave her a brief flamenco demonstration. It was just like old times. We’re planning a girls’ getaway weekend with another friend of ours from UM; I’m so excited! I’m going to have to rest up–all this staying up late has worn me out!
After an insanely busy week, we decided to hit the beach this afternoon. This photo was taken today; a beautiful sunset view of the Gulf of Mexico. Breathtaking, to be sure. The fresh air definitely helps to replenish a tired body.
Once the sun finally set, we hit a phenomenal Thai restaurant we know and we indulged in some delicious treats. The restaurant also has a great sushi chef. Zoe had sushi for the first time today, and she absolutely loved it. We feasted on spring rolls, curried fried rice, Thai beef with basil leaves, and some plum wine (well, the adults had the plum wine). The kids, exhausted from the activity and the long drive home, promptly went to bed. The adults will stay up late for tea, dessert, and maybe Saturday Night Live–if we don’t pass out first.
Someone was kind enough to give me a gift card for Bed Bath & Beyond for Christmas. Browsing through all the goodies they have to offer at that store is like porn for me. I bought a pressure cooker, which doesn’t seem very exciting to some. But, the prospect of cooking at high pressure (which equals high speed) is very attractive to a young mom with two kids running about. According to the manual, the pressure cooker can reduce cooking time by up to 70%; today I put it to the test.
I bought a chuck roast yesterday at Publix, which is the meat I cooked today. Now, making beef stew is kind of a crapshoot here at my house; sometimes it’s very tender, sometimes not so much. Today I browned the meat in a bit of vegetable oil with some salt and pepper. Then I added a bit of garlic and oregano, my favorite aromatics (carrot, celery, and onion) and a potato. I topped that with a bit of tomato sauce, clamped on the lid, and let her rip.
It was the most tender stew I have ever made. Now, it wasn’t without it’s issues; namely, it needed more seasoning. I did add some more salt and pepper to it after the stew was done, and it turned out just fine. I was concerned about adding too much seasoning up front because pressure cooking–according to the manual–does tend to intensify flavors. Other than that, the experiment was a great success: full, happy bellies confirm it.
Pardon my shameless use of a line from a Police song. Flamenco Dad is out of town–to see a guitar concert–and won’t be back until tomorrow. To hear my friends tell it, I’m one of those rare birds who actually enjoys spending lots of time with her spouse. I’m not sure I believe them when they say they’re actually happy when their husbands go away. It seems like they find it more fashionable to say it. But I’m not too proud to say that I miss my husband when he goes away (thankfully he plays locally more often than he goes on tours). I hope he enjoys himself on his trip; but I’ll be thrilled to be the first to say “welcome home.”
I stumbled upon an interesting essay while surfing for sites about autism. It was written by a man named Frank Klein; he is a high-functioning autistic man in his mid-30s. Klein’s argument is that finding a cure for autism would eliminate what makes him him. Klein says that he is on board with finding cures for the painful aspects of autism; but that since being autistic is so closely tied into a person’s identity, that curing the disorder is equal to destroying the person. Certainly a different perspective on curing the disorder. Anyway, I found it fascinating; I read some of his other essays and found them all to be interesting reads. Here is the link: