So I’m just about there. Tonight I’m hoping to make that shrimp (before I caught my train this morning, I transferred a bag of Trader Joe’s wild blues to the fridge to thaw) and on Saturday we hope to tackle the taco pizza of college memories, but otherwise, I feel pretty good about what has come from the Seven Days, Seven Meals Challenge. As you know, the Orecchiette with Peas and Ham went over great. Well, great when you consider that one minor diner at the table thoroughly dislikes pasta. (So I ended up turning the ham part of the meal into a sandwich with mustard, then a side of peas); Those Freezer Lamb Meatballs were stuffed into pita sandwiches with yogurt, pomegranate seeds, mint, and feta which was a huge hit. Well, for three of us, at least. (Abby who likes to say she’s “not a sandwich girl,” just had the meatballs with some yogurt dipping sauce…and ketchup.) The Thai Chicken Curry, which I made with red curry paste instead of yellow, worked just fine — and I loved the addition of all the extra vegetables — but, in the words of my husband, “it wasn’t a whole lot different from our tried-and-true curry.” As for the Spicy Black Bean Burgers, I prepared them ahead of time (other than dragging out the food processor, they were super simple to assemble), then stashed them in the freezer for a fall-back dinner. But they just sat there. I was too afraid of debuting them at dinner, too afraid of a strike-out. (I made the mistake of asking the girls every day “Do you want to have those black bean burgers tonight?” Never involve them in these decisions! Never!) The burgers finally made there way to the table when I came home from work late and everyone else had already eaten. Mine was waiting for me with a salad. “Oh my God, you guys had the burgers,” I said to Andy. “Did the girls like them?” His response sounded familiar. One kid declared it the best black bean dinner she’d ever had. The other…had shrimp shumai from the freezer.
What can I say? When it comes to family dinner, 3 out of 4 counts as a victory.
I don’t even want to discuss the pomegranate-glazed chicken thighs I’ve been envisioning for a while now. (I so wanted to deliver a post called “Two-Ingredient Dinner!”) I totally bungled them — they were dry, slightly burned, and needed more than just a simple brush of molasses, so I’ll have to get back to you on that one.
So all told? I’d say I’m about 2 for 7. One home run, one keeper. What about you guys? Give me the report.