Wildcard night! Pasta night! Seafood night!

It has been three days since our last post. We have had three dinners.

Monday night: Roast pork with buttered cabbage and farro
Roast pork = DELICIOUS. On Sunday night, I (molly) marinated the roast in a mix of apple cider vinegar, red and white onions, lots of garlic, cumin, and salt and pepper. Then on Monday, Eli roasted it in a 300 degree oven for about an hour and a half. It was so, so yummy.
Funny story about this dish--on two different occasions when we have made it, the roasting dish exploded into a zillion pieces in the oven. The first time this happened was on our last night in Minneapolis and then it happened again when Eli made this dish for his Spanish school in Guatemala that spring. I think the culprit was adding cold water or liquid to the roasting pan after it was really hot. Beware.

Tuesday night: Pasta with sauce, grilled chicken breast tenderloin, and sauteed zucchini with lemon
I worked late (cuz, you know, this happened), so this was a pretty simple dinner. I am not going to tell you how we made this, I am sure you have made this dinner for yourself before.

Wednesday night: Poached salmon with vegetables and barley


Eli went to the little groceria and picked up some excellent salmon. We need to learn the Spanish words for all the seafood that they sell there, although pointing works pretty well. Then he poached it in some broth along with onions, celery, and carrots (and lemon juice, see action shot of squeezing the lemon at left). This is why Mark Bittman is so good -- it was a super simple dish, didn't take that long to make, but was extremely delicious.

For some weird reason we have gotten into making wine spritzers out of cheap wine and seltzer (and an ice cube, obvi), so that happened.
Most importantly--Eli got his Bourbon Trail t-shirt! And they even sent back his Bourbon Trail passport! Our trip to Kentucky last winter was one of my most favorite vacations and I am so glad we now have a t-shirt to commemorate it. My passport is in some box somewhere in my parents house; one day I will find it, send it in, and get my own t-shirt.