Culinary Therapy

It is time to scrabble the way out of the funk in which we've been mired. Time to Cook Some Things.

Yesterday, Herself perused her cookbooks, and chose recipes from a set she hadn't used in a while. Then she went food shopping at the buy-in-bulk store in order to get large quantities of animal protein. Today, for the first time in well over a fortnight (during which she merely heated food to keep the family fed), she is spending time trying new things in the kitchen.

First: half of the ginormous pork tenderloin went into the big crock pot.

Second: sweet and sour pork chops on the stove. 

Third, San Francisco pork chops (which appear to be a more savory variant of the sweet and sour pork chops) on the stove.

Fourth:  jalapeno chicken, in the fridge to marinate.

Fifth:  oven-fried chicken. In the oven, unsurprisingly.

Sixth (selected because Good Gravy, So Much Chicken):  chicken piccata -- even though it was not on the shopping list, we mercifully had all the ingredients. Especially chicken. Into the small crock pot.

(Pause to put the jalapeno chicken into the oven.)

Seventh (chosen because Holy Mackerel, There's Still Some Chicken): spicy chicken chili. Chicken browned and ingredients mixed; into a freezer bag to plop into the small crock pot at a later date.

What's left?  There's still the other half of the ginormous pork tenderloin, and some ground cow.  The rest of the pork will be made into pulled pork in the crock pot tomorrow; no decisions have been made yet on the ground cow.  There's a wee bit of salmon that will serve for the week's lunches. And there's also cow roast that will be saved until later in the week, when Offspring the Second comes home for summer break.

There. All done.