We went on a field trip to the fancy grocery store yesterday, and it was so very worthwhile. Just look at the mushroom selection! Glorious! In other random news, my kids cannot wait for Halloween and I have had "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" stuck in my head for the last twelve hours.
It's been twenty-five days and have I consumed one drop of truffle oil? Or, eaten a Morel? NO! Morels are not in season, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm disappointed. I really haven't applied myself. There, I said it. I stand before you, feeling like a failure.
But, I have five more days and I'm going to make them count. And? I'm going to eat the dreaded grilled portobello you've all been raving about.
I was lulled into a false sense of security by penne with wild mushrooms and sage and by garlicky meatloaf smothered in mushroom gravy. I was not ready for stuffed mushrooms, no sir. The flavor was kind of okay, it was the texture that killed me. My Month of Mushrooms is getting tedious and I can hardly wait for My Month of Bacon.
...an encouraging word goes a long way. For the record, no-one ever told me that parenting would be easy. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wake up every morning with the best of intentions, and things seem to go pear-shaped before 8AM anyway.
But, there were some encouraging words yesterday - so, let's try it again.
For breakfast we'll have pancakes and syrup and doughnuts and tea.
I especially heart snacks that come in RE-usable Snack Baggies! They're even more delicious that way because you know you're being thrifty and kind to the earth at the same time. What could be better? $12 for two, $30 for six - and for now, the shipping is on me.
I know about picky eaters. And I'm not talking about regular picky - kids who won't eat vegetables, or don't let their foods touch one another? That's not picky. That's childhood. I'm lucky to get a chicken nugget into my kids. I rejoice if they eat a slice of pizza. Watching them eat corn on the cob produces tears of joy. My kids won't drink juice. Don't even think of asking them if they want a muffin. One of them refuses to eat candy. True story.
Having been a picky eater myself, I tend to go easy on them. I seem to remember that no amount of yelling was going to make oranges or egg salad any more palatable for me either. Instead, I'm leading by example, embarking on a culinary journey in which, over the course of a month, I will learn to embrace a comestible I would normally eschew.
I've grown up to be an omnivore, but there are still a few foods that I'm not altogether comfortable with - some are foods that lots of adults don't like (beets, eggplant, oysters) and some that, frankly, I just don't see any point in eating (mayo, pepperoncini). And there are some things I'm just picky about. I don't care for radicchio or anything smoked. Do not give me any fennel. I'm particular about how my steak is cooked. And, hold the olives.
But there is one thing that I Should like. One ubiquitous thing (one slimy little fungus that can kill you) that most people enjoy and which is often difficult to avoid. Hence, My Month of Mushrooms.
Last night was a homemade pizza with herbed goat cheese and mushrooms, onions and garlic in a balsamic reduction. Delicious. Couldn't taste the mushrooms at all....
I'm Rebecca Thoms Hanley - the heart and soul of BananaSaurus Rex. I'm an inadequate housewife, absent-minded mother and Everyday Adventurer! If you like hyperbole, reckless enthusiasm and liberal use of the word "awesome," read on....