If you are a realtor and you have no news, you should be forbidden from calling your client before 9am. This should be a rule, to protect fragile hopes from becoming shattered dreams before breakfast is even fully digested. If you are pregnant with your second child, you probably shouldn’t go to the park with a friend who has both a newborn and a toddler, as apparently it is not so easy to keep them both fed, safe, entertained and in view. This should be a rule, to protect fragile hopes of being able to leave the house with two children from becoming shattered dreams before baby #2 is even fully gestated.
This evening, L and I made German Potato Salad with Kielbasa, which seemed to be a more convoluted process than necessary. While the red potatoes cooked, the bacon was supposed to be cooked in the oven. Not wanting to coat our oven in bacon fat, I decided to cover myself in the fat while pan frying the bacon instead. The red onion was softened in olive oil, and then the kale was wilted in the pan. To this was added red wine vinegar and beef stock, and the heat was turned off. The sausage was then fried in another pan, then ultimately everything was mixed together with parsley, salt and pepper and some olive oil. I didn’t really understand why you wouldn’t just dirty two pans; one for the potatoes and one for the bacon, which you would reuse to fry the vegetables and sausages together.
L quite enjoyed this meal, I thought it was so-so; it was rather bland. The one thing I really couldn’t understand was why beef stock would be added once everything was cooked. It just made the salad wet in the bottom, but didn’t help flavour wise. As the stock was not cooked with anything, it just added to the institutional taste of the meal. In fairness, it was good to have potatoes and for it to be in a fairly light supper. Overall though, I have to admit I am sitting here scowling a bit. This is one of those days when you feel cheated out of a meal that you could have really enjoyed. It’s got me thinking about how long it has been since we have had lasagna or Bolognese. Mmm. Still, I’m sure that tomorrow when we make this meal over again without the sausage, but with the inclusion of green beans and lettuce it will be a whole new ball game. In fact, I bet it would change country of origin. Look at that, it does indeed; tomorrow it is that famous dish French Salade Superb. It must be famous because a quick internet search brings me right back to this website, and nowhere else. Oh well, at least there’s ice cream.