I wasn't planning on writing an entry about dinner last night.
But here it is.
Last night, I wasn't feeling very well. We didn't have any meat in the house. I didn't feel like going out to buy food.
So we ate potatoes.
I had a recipe from a "Gourmet Slowcooker" book for "Irish Champ". It said to cut up 8 russet potatoes and cook them with one cup of chicken broth for two hours. One cup of broth did not seem to come even close to covering them. The recipe didn't say if it was supposed to. I decided, at this point, that I didn't care what the recipe said. I poured the rest of the box of broth in and let it cook for two and a half hours.
When it was done I transferred the potatoes into a bowl with a slotted spoon, added a full bunch of chopped scallions, a cup of half-n-half, and salt and pepper to taste. Oh yeah and SIX TABLESPOONS of butter. The instructions said to, who was I to argue?
I ate it for dinner and thought it was okay but I didn't think it was anything super-duper great. Then I got an email from Mike today saying "I <3 Irish Champ" so I guess I will add it onto the "boy-approved" list.
Happy Hump-Day to all my fellow Sunday-Thursday worker bees.
Watch this journal for pictures that make me happy from my everyday life, proof of my commitment to a healthier and happier life, plus pictures and links to recipes that are food-allergy safe.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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