Just like yellow ketchup
With a full week at home (and a new KitchenAid mixer), my Donna Reed gene is showing its dominance.
By last night, I had to break out some leftovers. A beautiful pork loin from Christmas Eve dinner, with (leftover) squash and mashed potatoes. [When will I learn that two people only need two potatoes, even when mashing them?]. But Donna would never serve leftovers straight from the microwave, without any special touches! What to do? Why, Hollandaise sauce, of course.
Paul was initially iffy about it. But, as he was spooning sauce over his third helping of pork, he allowed that he “liked this stuff – it’s just like yellow ketchup”. Which, since ketchup is his favorite food group, is high praise indeed.
I made sourdough French bread last night, too. Wasn’t intending to – the recipe suggests that the sponge needs to rise “overnight (12-18 hours)”. But within two hours, it had more than doubled. The second and third rises, each supposed to take 4-5 hours, were also 80% faster than anticipated – so the loaves went into the oven at 9 pm. It’ll be awesome with the homemade chicken soup simmering in the crock pot.
Don’t worry – I go back to work on Monday, and all this domestic stuff will be but a memory. Hmmm. Maybe I should pre-bake and freeze some casseroles today.