This evening we made Creamed Mushroom Sauté with Hearts of Palm, Arugula, and Pappardelle, which was remarkably similar to the mushroom pasta meal of yesterday. Even with the cream, this was pleasant but not remarkable. I couldn’t get papperdelle pasta in either of our grocery shops, so we used fettucine instead. The called for pasta is wide ribbons, and fettucine is long, so it seemed like a reasonable trade. I tried to pay more attention to the recipe process tonight, but I really don’t see why the instructions can’t just be written out with each recipe. It would make things so very much easier.
This meal is fine, ok, reasonable. I am at a bit of a loss as to what to say about it other than it was another pasta mushroom dish. Our respective days were spectacularly dull today so there is nothing much to report there. I did go and complain about our washing machine and dryer again. Last night the spin cycle of the washer plus the uneven basement floor resulted in the washer dancing around as it span, smashing rhythmically into the side of the dryer. Not so fine. In the same way that I once mistakenly hoped that wearing a short skirt may help get a parking fine reduced (I was so much younger then), today I wore my very pregnant belly to the appliance shop. The salesman did seem to have a sense of urgency to get things sorted before I go into labour, which was not the case over the phone. Having said that, he hasn’t called back yet as promised, so let’s not get too excited. I have my 39 week appointment tomorrow morning. My tasks for the rest of the day are to pack a hospital bag and make up the bed in the guest room (first by unearthing the bed under the piles of semi-unpacked rubbish) and find somewhere for the baby to sleep. And then we can say we are prepared. As much as we’ll ever be. And in the evening, we will celebrate this accomplishment with Lamb “Stew” (Wink, Wink). I have no idea, but I’m guessing this meal won’t really be a stew.