Showing posts with label chocolate chip cookies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chocolate chip cookies. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2012

Lamb Stew Three Ways


Lamb Stew: The Original Dish
Spousal Unit made lamb stew with polenta. He went out and got the lamb and everything. He got stewing lamb, which is very different than what I get. I usually get lamb shoulder. Spousal Unit didn't know that, though, so he asked the butcher for stewing lamb. What we got was some very tasty meat, but with a lot of bone, grit and fat mixed in. That meant that we paid for a lot of stuff we didn't eat.

The thing with stew, though, is that you can stretch the leftovers.

For example, for lunch today I had the sauce and veg part of the stew on polenta.

Then for dinner, we had fried polenta with leftover lamb meat -- kinda like a lamb-and-polenta hash.

Lamb Stew: Hashed
Lamb Stew: The Microwave Dish

For dessert we had homemade chocolate chunk cookies. They were supposed to be chocolate chip cookies, but I didn't have enough chips, so I took a Lindt 70% chocolate bar, smashed it up, and used the shards in lieu of chips. I guess that means that they were chocolate shard cookies. 
A shard of a chocolate shard cookie

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Acid Burn of Tomato Soup

Occasionally a tech writer has to get together with another tech writer to bitch about tech writer things.  Things like, "How was I supposed to know that I had to document that pressing F2 in Workspace Mode would cause a fire if nobody bothered telling me?!"  

In a totally unrelated note, I'm glad we had our office fire safety training last week.

Anyhoo.

When tech writers need to bitch, they need appropriate food.  They need a food that will enhance their acid tongues.  Foods like tomato and chickpea soup:  red, acidic, hot.  They then need to regain their strength with tasty sandwiches of roast beef and chicken with garlic aïoli and lime avocado sauce.  Sometimes they need to cool down with a light, crisp salad.  
In any case, once they're done their lunch, they have renewed energy and will postpone their plans to quit it all and move to Whitehorse, where they can sit with other writers in midnight sun cafés.

Instead, they'll go back to the office, make themselves an espresso and chase it with a chocolate chip cookie from the snack cupboard.