I burned a stack of arugula in offering to the weather gods last night – you should all thank me, at least here in Minneapolis, because apparently they were pleased and bestowed upon us once again a stunning day. Arugula is their favorite. None of this lamb or first-born son stuff. Arugula, baby.
Sorry, a little spring silliness coursing through my veins. It’s inevitable, when one longs for so long for spring, that when it arrives, there’s a bit of a head rush involved. In fact, a full-body flush. It’s marvelous and fabulous all at the same time. As a self-described sensualist, I know how to relish the sensual gifts of spring, the bombardment upon my being of sights, smells, sounds, textures, tastes…prrrrrr… (And I put tastes last! No!) Just to top things off, clean sheets last night, oh god, they felt so good. I slept like a rock.
(The picture of Cooper is here, well, because he’s so darn cute. And, he’s eating! Mmmm, breast milk… And so intently, I love that very serious look on his face while he eats. And John and A are going to visit him today, additional context. As if I need it! Cooper pictures are always welcome on my blog…)
So. Food and cooking today will revolve around Kosher for Passover fare, which I thoroughly enjoy. A keeps Kosher for Passover, and she’s with us this weekend. I came up with a passable Passover Popover last year, I think I’ll give those a go tonight. It’s tempting to jump straight into latkes, though, I must say. I could make myself very happy with a dinner of popovers, matzo ball soup, and latkes. I won’t do it though – yikes! That’s definitely not moderate! (Recipes posted in comments, below.)
Oh, naughty, naughty, I did make matzo ball soup and latkes. No popovers, though, I did reign myself in, if only just a bit. The kids gave thumbs downs to my latkes – ! John and I scarfed them down, with creme fraiche no less. Man. They were pretty awesome. It could be they didn’t like them fried in vegetable oil – no seed oils allowed. They did have a different texture than my usual hashbrowns. Could also be the touch of onion I put in them – I’ve always made them that way, but perhaps this year it didn’t fly. Who knows? All I know is that I have matzo balls – in Kosher chicken broth – for breakfast tomorrow. Woo hoo! My fav. OK, now it’s time to go color Easter eggs with Nathan. We cover all our bases in this house…