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19 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... Butternut Squash Mac ‘n Cheeze {day 19}


I didn't grow up eating squash - of any kind - unless pumpkin pie counts.

But we came home from one of our Sunday meetings and our front porch had been loaded up by Tim's aunt, uncle and cousin with all sorts of garden goodies, including many pumpkins and several butternut squash.


What to do?

Google butternut squash recipes. I've found several I want to try. 

Today was my first attempt.


I adapted the recipe... because it was supposed to be a totally vegan mac and cheese... and I do really like cheese in my mac and cheese, so I knew I'd be adding at least THAT. I mean, mac and cheese minus the cheese sorta defeats the purpose, right?

First step was to half the squash, remove the pulp, peel and cut in to chunks. Drizzle those chunks with olive oil, salt and pepper (or whatever spices you like), toss and then roast uncovered.


That stuff was yummy enough to eat just as is right out of the oven: a lovely light sweet and nutty flavor perfectly seasoned. But I used self control and didn't eat the whole squash right then. It was a temptation since all I'd had for lunch was a bowl of leftover dry Fruit Loops and some of the pan roasted pumpkins seeds I'd made the other day. (I was busy cooking... that's my only excuse.)


I mashed the squash by hand (no food processor...), but seriously, hands work quite well, especially if you have little ones (with clean hands) looking to get involved. It's like playing with play dough... only it tastes a lot better.


Once the cheese sauce was made, I poured it, a cup of Greek yogurt and about 2 cups of the squash into the blender and mixed it all up into a smooth sauce.



All that was left was to cook the noodles and warm up the "psychedelic" stir fry. That's Rebekah's name for it because with the bright orange carrots, the broccoli and red cabbage, it made really pretty and very colorful stir fry. She said her first thought was that I was trying to poison them! I'd made the stir fry earlier - for the kids to take to school in their lunches - but there was still enough left to serve with our mac and cheese, so I warmed it back up, too.




See all the bright colors?

What I was really tickled by, however, was the fact that Tim was convinced there was meat in that stir fry!


VoilĂ !
Tonight's meal.

Most everyone (who was here) seemed to like it, 
although not as well as the regular mac and cheese I make.

Except, Jonathan, of course.
His comment?
"Mama? How did you make macaroni and cheese taste like salad?
That's just not right!"

My guess is he was tasting the Dijon mustard called for in the sauce... 
or maybe the stir fry on the table confused him.

He did clean his plate, however.

Another funny Jonathan story?


Thursday evenings are Jonathan and Tori's evenings for kitchen clean-up. Thursday night, Jonathan loaded the dishwasher. When I unloaded on Friday I found this: 

A paper cup in the washing machine.


So just in case anyone was wondering, Firehouse paper disposable cups are at least one cycle dishwasher safe.

Who would've known?



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17 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... Amidst much moaning and groaning {day 17}


We finished up the rest of the leftovers in the fridge!

And it actually ended up being OKAY...

Because the kids were skyping with friends (ones they miss a lot) from afar.




Full, happy hearts trump grumpy tummies just about any day
especially if you get to enjoy a British accent in the process ~

Well? Maybe not, if you are a guy.
Stomachs are high priority.

On a totally different topic, you wouldn't believe the conversation that Mary Michelle and Ada had over legos and lunch this afternoon! They were busy talking about and explaining to each other different attributes of God - pretty amazingly funny to listen to two 4.5 year olds trying to one up each other... and then the conversation dove really deep.

Ada:  Well, God is omnipresent.
Mary Michelle: I know.
Ada: That means He's right now. He's so big He fills the WHOLE world and He's so little He can fit inside my heart.
Mary Michelle: I know. He's also omniscient.
Ada: No. He's not. He knows everything, though.
Mary Michelle: Do you think dogs believe in Jesus and get saved?
Ada: I don't know.
Mary Michelle: Why not? 
Ada: I don't know.
Mary Michelle: I don't think dogs sin...
Ada: So they don't have to get saved.
Mary Michelle: Nope.
Ada: Are you sure? My mom yells at Cooper a lot, especially when he runs away.
Mary Michelle: Does he come back?
Ada: Yes. Then we call him "Good dog!"
Mary Michelle: That's it then. Dogs don't sin. They just misbehave and its different.
Ada: So I guess dogs don't need Jesus the same way persons do.
Mary Michelle: Will there be dogs in heaven?...

Betcha never knew 4.5 year olds could get so deep and theological while playing with legos, did you?


16 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... Egg fried rice {day 16}


What do YOU do with leftover rice?

We often make some variation of fried rice.
That's what we did last night.

And let me just add... 

I LOVE my wok! 

I've had it since we got married (19 years in December)... and it gets a workout almost EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK.

Fried rice is another one of our go-to meals when schedules are tight... and when I've got leftovers or lots of little bits but not a ton of anything. That was the case when I examined the fridge last night. Although I did have a lot of leftover rice.

Veggies chopped, eggs fried, and throw it all together in the wok... starting with the onions and garlic.

Seriously, is there any better smell in the world than the smell of sautéing onion?





Mary Michelle prayed that Jonathan would eat his food nicely (in other words, without whining and complaining... he is the pickiest and he was already moaning about the rice)...


God answered!

As one of those A-Team dudes used to say:
"I love it when a plan comes together!"



08 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... Rice and Sauce {day 8}


When we arrived home Saturday from our flying trip to SE Missouri last Saturday, we found the front "porch" loaded with veggies - tomatoes of all sorts, pumpkins, squash and onions. Even as I type, I've got kids napping and pumpkin roasting in the oven (smells delightful, too!) and am looking for a recipe to try using some of the butternut squash (not one of those things I've often cooked with in the past).


Last night, however, I decided to stick with a staple (made my way and not Madame Safana's way since I could never make it taste like hers... or as yummy I was informed at dinner... in a million years of tries) from our time in Niger: rice and sauce. 


Stew the tomatoes with onions and garlic.



Cut up a pumpkin, remove the center and the seeds (saving the seeds to roast, of course).
Chop it up and throw some of it in the sauce.


I added a can of peas (cause that is the ONLY way I'll eat canned peas), some green pepper  in the fridge (so it wouldn't go bad before we ate it), and let the sauce cook down.


But first I drained off the tomato water from stewing the tomatoes.

I did that for two reasons:
1. We had revival meetings at church last night, I scheduled immunizations for the kids long before I knew there'd be those meetings, and if I used already hot water to cook the rice, we might actually almost make it on time to church.
2. I hate to see stuff go to waste... and think of the vitamins and good stuff in that water after stewing the veggies in it.


The craziness at our kitchen table (we had salad with our meal as well... 
It was the first course while the rice finished cooking... 
finished is debatable since it was still a tiny bit "crunchy" when we ate.

When it is warm enough, we have a back porch where several of the kids will go and eat. But once it gets colder, biggers usually end up standing to eat since we don't have enough chairs or space to fit everyone around the table in our little kitchen.

(That's not a complaint... it actually makes for some pretty amusing dinner times!)

My favorite topics at the table last night? 
  • How not to cry when you get a shot... 
  • Why shots hurt even when they are all done... 
  • Why we need (or don't need) shots...
  • Why they give interesting sparkly bandaids when shots don't really bleed (i.e. toilet paper works just as well)...
  • and saving the best for last - 
Having blood drawn is clearly better (Recognize that as a quote from anywhere? It comes from a frequently quoted movie around our house.) than having a shot because if you are in the States (which we are) you get a stuffed animal, not just a lolly pop and it is all the same poke. 

Unless they can't find your vein - 
which Jonathan described in detail until we stopped him.

TMI while eating.

My kids know more about blood draws than I did at their age.
But then again, I'd never had malaria, either.

Then there was some quote Rebekah said about arms and bat wings - 
you'll have to ask her.

I don't remember because I was wondering how we went from blood draws to bats while eating bright red tomato sauce.


The finished product... Jonathan had to add a little cheese because he vehemently protests tomatoes. 

Methinks he doth protest too much. 
His plate looked pretty clean when he headed out the door to church.

Tim and I arrived with the littles only a few minutes late - and very out of breath!


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03 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... in which I start conniving to figure out something relatively healthy and affordable for us to eat while we travel unexpectedly {day 3}


Late Tuesday night we got word that my grandmother had fallen and broken her hip. We'd also been looking for another opportunity to travel down and see my grandparents. Her accident coincided with a Thursday/Friday off school for the kids... we decided this was the opportunity and Wednesday early evening found us in the van and on our way to SE Missouri to hopefully see them and hug on them and just let them know how precious they are to us.

At first, I'd planned on leaving mid morning and traveling, just the kids and I. 

Then Tim learned he could go if we waited until after 5. And plans changed.

At first, I figured I'd be throwing fast food at the kids on the road.


Then, when I realized I had most of the day to get ready and still fit in a nap, I cleaned the pantry, froze some food so it wouldn't spoil and packed a cooler with sandwiches and other freshness I'd just bought the night before at the store.

Mary Michelle: "Mama, I don't want to eat the Indians! Do I HAVE to?"
Richelle: "You aren't eating Indians. 
You can pull the onions out of your {leftover squirrel} soup."
Mary Michelle: "I don't have to eat the yucky Indians?"
Richelle: "Un- yuns..."
Mary Michelle: "Un-dee-uns?"
Richelle: "There's no "duh" sound in there. Say un-yuns."
Mary Michelle: (with a grin) "Un-DEE-uns?"
Richelle: I think you need to run around the table 3 times saying 
yuns-yuns-yuns the whole time.

(Pause while little feet pound. The only other sound heard are the quiet snickers of older siblings. Then brother Jonathan pops out of his seat to chase her. He promptly receives a reprimand.)

Richelle: "Now say un-yuns."
Mary Michelle: "Un-dee-yuns?... ummm I mean onions!"

I'm sure Indians will be thankful to know that she was actually referring to onions...

...not Indians - and that she might have been probably was pulling my leg the whole time. Of course I had better not tell her that. She'd crawl under the table to grab ahold of my foot and start tugging.

And, for what it is worth, leftover squirrel soup, nacho chips dipped into chimichanga filling, cottage cheese, honey sweetened Greek yogurt, an almost too old to eat cucumber with lots of ranch dip - it makes for an interesting lunch.

The modified-much-cheaper-plan-for-dinner-on-the-road is ham sandwiches (in hot dog buns), carrots and celery with ranch dip, and apple pie cake. We've never tried the cake recipe before. Nadia made it with apples that were sending out invitations to all the fruit flies in Midland. She really is my go-to gal when it comes to baking.









CONCLUSION re THE NEW RECIPE?


None yet...

But it sure looks good. The guardians of the cooler (I wasn't, because I tried to nap a little in the back so I would be able to help drive later when Tim needed to nap) decided the Kit Kats were more convenient. So now the apple pie cake is sitting, waiting in our hotel room and will be consumed sometime today as a snack... and we'll let you know then.


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