MAY 16, 2012–GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE AND LEMON BLUEBERRY PANCAKES
It is dark outside. Very dark. I have been asleep. The Hunni has been asleep. It is 12:10 a.m. in the earliest of early morning. Better said, Midnight.
A car pulls in next door. This happens often. People get out. This also happens. People are very loud. This doesn’t happen that often. There is banging. Then there is louder banging. It is 12:10–midnight–what do I care. I just want to go back to sleep. The Hunni sits up in bed and crawls to the window to peek out. Two people are milling around, talking and banging. I decide to look out the window, then fall back on my pillow and go back to. . .well. . .not quite. The banging is louder. I think, “Probably just got locked out and trying to get back in.” Then I think, “What if this is one of the break-ins that we have read about in our Neighborhood Watch Newsletter–NAH!!! WAY TOO OBVIOUS! She must have just gotten locked out.” The She being one of our neighbors move-ins. Our neighbor has had several people live with him at different times and for different reasons. We don’t ask too many questions.http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/09/tres-leches-cake/
We also generally try to avoid calling the cops on him. Once we had to. Once there was a girl banging on our door yelling to be let in and yes, we had to call the cops. There have been other occasions where our neighbors Rottweilers escaped from their backyard and the cops were called. The Hunni tried to help shoo the Rottweilers back into their yard as being impounded costs our neighbor money. We called our neighbor that time and left a message for him to hurry. Thankfully, he didn’t arrive quickly. Thankfully, because the police would have had to “impound” him instead of the dog. There was also a time where our neighbor backed into my uncle’s car. We didn’t give my uncle any background information, just let him decided what to do. My uncle decided to just let his insurance take care of it. Our neighbor did not has his license at that time. He was quite thankful. So that is a little of the background. We generally “try to live at peace with all men”–especially our neighbors. And especially our next-door neighbor as we really like him. I’m not just saying that. We really like him.
But back to the banging. After just watching for about 15 minutes from our upper room, the noisy people went away. We discussed calling the police, but for some of the reasons mentioned above, and because our brains were rather cloudy, and because it just seemed so OBVIOUS, we didn’t. In fact, we went back to sleep.
About half an hour later when we were once again fast asleep, a car pulled in again. More banging, then the crash of breaking glass. At that we awoke fully and started watching from the window to see what would happen. The man took a stone and was banging on the door. Wood splintered. Finally, it was dawning on us that we should do something. So, The Hunni calmly says, “Hey. What are you guys doing?” He did not yell, he said this in a normal voice.
The story gets long. There was a pretend phone call by the breaker-in, our neighbor returned, he called the police, we gave our account of what happened in our “skivies” from out of our window, and finally at 2:50 we laid our heads back down onto our pillows.
Welcome to life at My Whit’s End.
The next day I went over to photograph the door and apologize to our neighbor for not calling the police.
Here is our bedroom window. I was standing right in front of our neighbors side door for this photo so you can tell how close our houses are together–maybe 20 ft?
After all that, we needed a good lunch. I decided to cook GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE (pg. 219) to accompany the left over CHICKEN PARMESAN from last night. We also needed a good lunch as we had soccer practice and a baseball game tonight.
I don’t buy canned green beans–except for the traditional Green Bean Casserole traditionally served at Thanksgiving and Christmas. You know the Green Bean Casserole sometimes brought to Pot Luck. I love that recipe.
And I was also interested in trying this recipe as it used fresh green beans. One of the most delicious and easy vegetables to get to the table.
I started cooking. I thought the recipe called for 1/2 a cup of butter, so I started melting the butter in the frying pan. When I glanced at the recipe again, I realized it said 1/2 a stick of butter. I hurriedly rescued the top half of the butter.
After the green beans are blanched, you make up a white sauce and add cheese. If this photo makes you want to say, “Yum!”, then you probably will like this recipe.
Add some pimentos. Wait. What are pimentos? Are they just red peppers that have been pickled? Are they peppers packaged under a different name with a higher price tag slapped on them? The short answer is, “Kind-a, yeah.”
“A pimento or cherry pepper is a variety of large, red, heart-shaped chili pepper (Capsicum annuum) that measures 3 to 4 inches (7 to 10 cm) long and 2 to 3 inches (5 to 7 cm) wide (medium, elongate). The flesh of the pimento is sweet, succulent and more aromatic than that of the red bell pepper. Some varieties of the pimento type are hot, including the Floral Gem and Santa Fe Grande varieties. “Pimiento” is the Spanish word. “Pimento” or “pimentão” are Portuguese words for “bell pepper”, while “pimenta” refers both to chili peppers and to black peppercorns. It is typically used fresh, or pickled and jarred. The pimento has one of the lowest Scoville scale ratings of any chili pepper. (from Wikepidia)
I also found this tidbit (from Wikipedia) interesting. Not all those pimentos in olives are a solid pimento piece.
These sweet pimento peppers are also the familiar red stuffing found in prepared Spanish green olives. The pimento was originally hand cut into small pieces and hand stuffed in olives to complement the strong flavor of the olive; however, this method was very time intensive. In the industrial era, the cut pimento was shot via hydraulic pump through the olive getting rid of the pit.
For ease of production, pimento is sometimes puréed and formed with the help of a natural gum (such as sodium alginate or guar gum) into strips. This allows the olive stuffing to be completed by a machine, lowering the cost of production. However, guar (an annual legume mostly produced in India) may inadvertently make the olives less accessible to consumers with peanut allergies, as those individuals may have a cross-reaction to the guar. This leaves sodium alginate as a more universal choice.
And for those of you that are now craving a pimento and cheese sandwich, click on this link.
Now we know.
The GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE is topped with Panko (Japanese extra-crispy bread crumbs), and popped in the oven for 20 minutes.
After lunch, I headed to the post office. As I was walking in, Abraham Lincoln held the door for me. Even his shoes were authentic. I watched to see which car he would get into, but it wasn’t a Lincoln. It was a Ford, SUV.
Soon, we were headed off to Scout’s soccer practice. While Scout practices, Little Man and Eloise play on the play ground equipment.
Here is Little Man saying, “C’m ere.” [come here].
Practice is over and Scout joins us.
Then it is off to LBG’s (Little Big Guy’s) baseball game across town.
This is a relaxed game as we are ahead.
Here is a father and son.
Here is a coach-stat keeper conference. The boys are only allowed to throw a certain number of pitches per game. The number of pitches they throw determines when they can pitch again–in the next day, three days, four days, etc. . . This is for the boy’s safety and health. It is also crucial to game strategy. Saving your best pitches for the tight games is very important. Getting pitching practice in for the new ones learning is also very important.
Here is a future Star Pitcher getting in some game time. He is a red-head, and I am partial to red-headed boys. Doesn’t he look like he is giving it his all?
Here is the Stat-Man teasing the audience.
And here are two little girls in the throes of childhood. They are imagining and playing and dreaming and being girls on an early summer evening.
As usual, we are starved after baseball. We head home to some LEMON BLUEBERRY PANCAKES made by The Hunni.
We didn’t have cake flour as Ree Drummond’s recipe suggests and we added a pinch more salt, but other than that The Hunni followed the recipe.
A robbery, GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE, Abraham Lincoln, baseball, LEMON BLUEBERRY PANCAKES–what a day.
COMMENTS: Although I liked the GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE, the family prefers plain, fresh, buttered, beans. I also think I would add the traditional onion rings instead of the Panko breadcrumbs. The LEMON BLUEBERRY PANCAKES were more cakey than we prefer. I almost think that this recipe would work better as a muffin. Maybe I will give it a try. Now this family is picky about pancakes as we have several favorite recipes. We have a very mulit-grained one, a very buttermilk fluffy one, a thin battered one, and a “I am in a hurry” recipe. This recipe was too “cake-like” for our tastes. If you like Hostesses Blueberry Muffins, you will love this moist and rich recipe. We prefer more plain pancakes and adding toppings.
So how would you grade me. Should I have called the police? Should I have made sure I had cake flour on hand before starting the pancakes? Should I have eaten more? All questions, comments, quotations, and criticisms can be posted in the comments section.
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