This meal is pretty quick…there is a little chopping, but then you can just use one skillet and have each quesadilla come out every few minutes. I always cook the Fudgelet’s one first (longest to cool) and mine next to help with the test batches. K gets the freshest/best looking depending.
I’ve made pierogi before, but it was back when K and I were first dating. They were the traditional type, and he helped me fold all of them. This time, I folded them all on my own and felt like the effort was not worth the end product. Ravioli are worth it to me, but not pierogi, or at least not this recipe. Before you decide to click away to another website or recipe, let me remind you that today’s post is a mixed bag. That means there was something good that came out of the pierogi. An easy cheeseburger pie! Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, but it was deemed tasty by all of us.
Look at me, making a soup! It’s a rare occurrence, and trickier now that the Fudgelet is eating our food (he can’t feed himself soup yet, so I need the soup to contain finger foods). The Fudgelet loves spinach, ground meat/meatballs, and pasta, so I figured this would be a hit for him. It took some convincing since the pasta was a new shape and the egg strands made the spinach look and taste different, but eventually he liked it. K was an even bigger fan. He would prefer a different pasta than orzo, as would I…I need to find a store that has a better pasta selection. I can’t seem to find certain shapes, like pastina (what I really wanted to use) or ditalini.
How is your luck with baking rice? I usually have poor results when there is a recipe that calls for cooking rice in the oven. I do a great job in a rice cooker or on the stovetop, but not so well with the oven. Who knows, maybe the recipes were not good? Regardless, it makes me nervous to try recipes that include that step. This one had that step, and also called for half-and-half (I hate buying it, especially for such a small amount, since I rarely use it). And then there is the bratwurst idea. I liked it, it was supposed to be the meat in the dish…but it meant going to a separate grocery store (there is a local brand of sausage I like a lot, and it’s not carried at my main store). It also meant that the Fudgelet might not like it. As it was, he decided to not eat much of the ground beef (fickle toddler), but I actually really like it with the beef. I always have some in the freezer and so I just swapped it in. No big deal. Whole milk seemed just fine in place of the half-and-half. I bet you could just use more chicken broth instead, if you didn’t want to use milk. Maybe add a bit of butter to up the richness if you do that?
Victory! I finally got K to eat enchiladas. And he liked them! When we first started dating, he didn’t want to have them because he didn’t like how they had so much sauce. So, I just thought he was opposed to sauce. Or Mexican seasoning. Well, seeing as how we love tacos so much, it’s not the seasoning. And, seeing as how he always wants more sauce on food, it wasn’t the sauce.
One of the side-effects of blogging with baby is that I don’t have as much time to make food. I am not the fastest person in the kitchen, and I think blogging helped speed me up a bit. I needed to be able to take pictures while cooking in a reasonable amount of time. Sure, my pictures were sometimes rushed or blurry, but I did okay. Usually, I could even take multiple pictures of a step and pick the best one. Well, nowadays I don’t always remember to even take a picture for a step, or there just isn’t time. Maybe we’re running late for dinner (not an issue with adults, but it is with a set dinner/bedtime routine for a toddler!), so I am rushing the food-making process, or my hands are dirty and I would need to stop, wash up, take a picture, dirty my hands again, wash up, etc. and I decide it isn’t worth it, or I just forget. Today’s recipe was more the dirty hand issue. Making dough recipes means flour gets everywhere. We had an ant outbreak this summer, and so I’ve been trying to be extra careful of where flour and other food particles end up in the kitchen. (Although, both sets of neighbors had ants really bad last year, and we didn’t have any, so I guess it might have just been our turn. Sigh.)
I have made chili before, and even shared it on here. And again here. After growing up not having it very often (someone in the family didn’t care for beans-ahemDadahem), I enjoy eating it. On its own it is good, but it is even better with cheese and other toppings. Mmmm. Kind of like a baked potato. I made this recipe on a warm day, but thankfully we have air conditioning, so I can ignore the weather a bit and make the food I am in the mood for. Or at least the food I bought groceries for. (It seems silly to complain about, but isn’t it a little annoying when you expect rainy/cool weather and plan a comfort food meal only to have really sunny, warm weather instead?)