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I trust everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving day.
I had planned a quiet day of leftover vegan cream of mushroom soup and a family dogpile on the couch to the tune of Ratatouille. Plans changed, though, when I called Mom and she planned to come over for a few hours. She told me she didn't mean to have a meal with us, she just wanted to play games. I know better. So, off to the grocery store during peak pre-holiday madness I went to buy things for Mom's sensitive digestive tract.
Thursday was a day of cooking. I began with a cinna-death free apple pie. Then I proceeded to the main meal that needed to satisfy the bland diet of my Mom with the spicy choices of G. That pretty much meant I had to cook 2-3 versions of everything. I packed the stuff meant for Mom away with her at the end of the evening and still have considerable leftovers for the next couple of days for G and myself.
It was a good visit. The girls enjoyed her presence. We had lots of food. Mom even brought frozen desserts that still sit in the freezer because we had no room for them. She also brought an early Christmas present for the girls. One of those nail filers for cats and dogs. It will work great for Dina as she is rough on her nails outside and tends to shred them while kicking up a storm. Go, Dina, go!
Now, an ode to cranberry chutney.
I love it. I make it every year, each time a wee bit differently. And I love it every time. I know that I'm the only person in the world who does, as no one else seems to ever eat it, yet I still make it. Perhaps some day I'll learn to make a quarter of a batch. One pan fills a large bowl that lasts weeks and weeks in the fridge. I can never seem to finish it since I use only small amounts with meals. If any locals are interested in a care package of my cranberry chutney, please let me know. It's vegan, gluten-free, I used real, organic everything and I can't think of anyone in my life who would is allergic to anything save the onion. There's plenty for all.
I had planned a quiet day of leftover vegan cream of mushroom soup and a family dogpile on the couch to the tune of Ratatouille. Plans changed, though, when I called Mom and she planned to come over for a few hours. She told me she didn't mean to have a meal with us, she just wanted to play games. I know better. So, off to the grocery store during peak pre-holiday madness I went to buy things for Mom's sensitive digestive tract.
Thursday was a day of cooking. I began with a cinna-death free apple pie. Then I proceeded to the main meal that needed to satisfy the bland diet of my Mom with the spicy choices of G. That pretty much meant I had to cook 2-3 versions of everything. I packed the stuff meant for Mom away with her at the end of the evening and still have considerable leftovers for the next couple of days for G and myself.
It was a good visit. The girls enjoyed her presence. We had lots of food. Mom even brought frozen desserts that still sit in the freezer because we had no room for them. She also brought an early Christmas present for the girls. One of those nail filers for cats and dogs. It will work great for Dina as she is rough on her nails outside and tends to shred them while kicking up a storm. Go, Dina, go!
Now, an ode to cranberry chutney.
I love it. I make it every year, each time a wee bit differently. And I love it every time. I know that I'm the only person in the world who does, as no one else seems to ever eat it, yet I still make it. Perhaps some day I'll learn to make a quarter of a batch. One pan fills a large bowl that lasts weeks and weeks in the fridge. I can never seem to finish it since I use only small amounts with meals. If any locals are interested in a care package of my cranberry chutney, please let me know. It's vegan, gluten-free, I used real, organic everything and I can't think of anyone in my life who would is allergic to anything save the onion. There's plenty for all.
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