• pasta with lemon-salted grilled zucchini and onions

    A number of different sources contributed to this meal.

    The grilled zucchini wedges and lemon salt (brilliant) came from Ree. The grilled onion came from an NPR interview in which a chef said his favorite thing to grill was red onion. (I think I’m beginning to see why.) The bag of chopped cooked chicken came from the depths of my freezer—

    Speaking of freezers, the other day I sent my older son to the basement to fetch some more empty quart jars.

    “Mom!” he yelled from the foot of the basement stairs. “There’s a buzzing noise down here! It’s really, really loud! I’m not going in there!”

    So I had to go investigate. It was the upright freezer alarm. The door had been left partially open (my husband accepts full responsibility). All the stuff in the door was thawed. The bags of corn and green beans and containers of pesto that were sitting along the edges of the shelves were softening. I rearranged things, shut the door tight, and in a couple hours the food was frozen up nice and hard again. It wasn’t too much of a tragedy, lucky us.

    Also, speaking of freezers, both my freezers are filled to the gills. I can’t make bread or cakes or anything that might need to be frozen—there simply isn’t room. Locating the wheat germ or a jar of green peppers is like a 3D game of Tetris, but with frozen-stiff fingers and scraped knuckles. Every time I get out a box of strawberries, a jar of tea concentrate, or a chicken, I feel like celebrating. More space!

    So that’s the freezer status.

    Back to the meal. You can play around with the ingredients here—grilled red pepper! crunchy green beans! tuna!—but the lemon-salt is key. It kicked the flavors over the top.

    Pasta with Lemon-Salted Grilled Zucchini and Onions
    Inspired by Ree and others

    1 pound spiral pasta
    2 thick slices of red onion
    2 medium-small zucchinis, quartered lengthwise
    2 cups cooked chicken pieces, warmed
    2 lemons (zest from both, juice from one)
    salt and black pepper
    a couple glugs of olive oil
    ½ cup each, mozzarella cheese and freshly grated Parmesan cheese
    ½ cup torn fresh basil

    Put the zucchinis and red onion slices in a pan and toss with a glug of olive oil, the zest from one lemon, the juice of half the lemon, and some salt and black pepper.

    Grill the onion and zucchinis on a medium-high grill. Turn the zucchini wedges every couple minutes (or so) so that all three sides get grill marks. Grill the red onion slices, turning once. Remove veggies from heat and chop roughly.

    Zest the second lemon and add ½ teaspoon of salt (give or take). Chop the lemon with the salt. Now you have lemon salt! Sprinkle over the veggies.

    Cook the pasta according to package instructions. Drain and put in a serving bowl. Add the grilled veggies (making sure to scrape in every last speckle of lemon salt), the chicken pieces, cheeses, and basil. Drizzle with olive oil and the juice from the remaining half lemon. Toss to combine.

    This same time, years previous: 2011 garden stats and notes, topping for apple crisp

  • the quotidian (8.27.12)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace 

    Cousin cuddles.
    Please note: my son is not yet thirteen
    but already he’s adorning his wrists with bands and chains.
    Is this something that all preteen boys do?

    This Laura Ingalls imposter loved our scraggly peaches.
    Which reminds me. What do you call a fake noodle?
    An impasta.

    A jar of bees: captured by the child most allergic to them.
    Either she’s really stupid or really brave.
    Though I suppose it was smart of her to give her little brother
    the privilege of setting them free,
    since, for his troubles, he got stung twice.

    A true-blue paperbag princess!
    (Though she preferred the title of “Rag Princess.”)

    Smashed and crispy, with oil and salt: the damaged, freshly-dug potatoes.

    Ketchup in the making.

    These days, a daily ritual.

    This same time, years previous: tomato jam, basic oatmeal muffins, earthy ponderations, part three, on not rushing it, chocolate malted milk frosting, nectarine cobbler, odds and ends, fresh tomato salad, buttery basil pesto, basil pesto

  • 16

    Me: So. What do you want to do for our anniversary?

    Him: (Blank stare. This date has not been in the forefront of his mind obviously.)

    Me: I lined up childcare, so we can do something together if we want. If not, I can go somewhere to write and you can have alone time at home.

    Him (gamely making an effort): We could go out to eat.

    Me: Sure. Where would you like to go?

    Him: I don’t know… How about Dave’s Taverna?

    Me (not wanting to be a party pooper): Eh…

    Him: Yeah, um… Red Lobster?

    Me: American-style restaurants kind of gross me out.

    Him: Well, do you have any ideas?

    Me: The Blue Nile!

    Him: I don’t really go for African food.

    Me: It’s not African food. It’s Ethiopian.

    Him (speaking slowly, as though to an idiot): Jennifer, where is Ethiopia located?

    Me: Africa.

    Him: Right.

    Me (blithely pressing on): What about The American Indian Café?

    Him: I don’t really go for Indian food. See, when I go out to eat, I want to eat food that I know I’m going to enjoy—

    Me: Well, when I go out to eat I want food that’s different from what I can make at home!

    Him: To sink my teeth into a good cheeseburger—

    Me: BORING!

    Him (deflated): Isn’t there any place we can agree on?

    Me: What about The Little Grill?

    Him: Everything there is kind of under-seasoned, you know?

    Me: No, but okay. Not The Little Grill.

    Him: (moody silence)

    Me (resigned): So I guess we won’t go out to eat. Do you have any other ideas of stuff we could do?

    Him: (no answer)

    Me: We could go to Barnes and Noble, get coffees, and read books!

    Him: Oh, that sounds dreadful!

    Me: Uh…we could play tennis?

    Him: No!

    Me: I know! We could go shopping for clothes!

    Him (flatly): You don’t need more clothes.

    Me: Yes, I do.

    Him: No, you don’t.

    Me: Yes, I do.

    Him: NO, YOU DON’T.

    Me: Fine. So we won’t go shopping. (pause) You could dig potatoes!

    Him: (snort)

    Me: We could go shopping for upcoming birthdays!

    Him: (eye roll)

    Me: We could clean the girls’ room! Redo it! Paint walls!

    Him: (giant eye roll and moaning)

    Me: So I guess we won’t go out on a date.

    Him: I guess not.

    Me (reaching for the computer): This conversation is completely ridiculous. I’ve gotta write it down.

    Him (alarmed): No, you don’t! You don’t have to write down everything we say!

    Me: Okay fine

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