Lazy Sunday

Today I sent away a story, previously published, to a podcasting site in the hopes they’ll want to make it an audio story. Not sure if they’ll bite — I really don’t know if it’ll translate well to the audio format — but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Then we went over to our friends’ place and made supper there. We had planned to make it at home, but they were going to be putting up their Christmas tree, so we brought over the ingredients and used their kitchen instead. Mmmm, homemade chicken pot pie.

The Recipe:

(from Chatelaine, Feb. 2006)

3 skinless, boneless chicken breasts
1 carrot, thinly sliced
1 red or green pepper, chopped
1 celery stalk, thinly sliced
1/2 onion, chopped
2cups (500 mL) small broccoli florets
1/2cup (125 mL) frozen peas
vegetable oil
3tbsp (45 mL) butter
1/4cup (50 mL) all-purpose flour
1 1/2cups (375 mL) milk
1tbsp (15 mL) dried thyme leaves or rosemary or 3 tbsp (45 mL) finely chopped fresh thyme or rosemary
1tsp (5 mL) salt
1/2 397-g pkg frozen puff pastry, thawed
1 egg, beaten

1. Preheat oven to 400F (200C). Cut chicken into 1-inch (2.5-cm) pieces. Prepare vegetables and measure out peas. Lightly coat a large frying pan with oil and set over medium-high heat. Add chicken. Stir often until lightly golden, 3 to 4 minutes. Add carrot, pepper, celery and onion. Stir often until onion begins to soften, 2 to 3 minutes. Remove chicken and vegetables to a bowl.

2. Return pan to burner and reduce heat to medium. Add butter. When melted, gradually whisk in flour until evenly mixed and bubbly, 1 minute. Slowly whisk in milk. Whisk until thickened, 2 to 3 minutes. Remove from heat. Add broccoli, peas, 1 tsp (5 mL) dried or 1 tbsp (15 mL) fresh thyme and salt. Return chicken and onion mixture to pan. Stir to evenly coat. Mixture will be very thick. Turn into an 8-inch (2-L) square baking dish or dish that will hold 8 cups (2 L) and place on a rimmed baking sheet.

3. Cut pastry in half to form two small pieces. To cover 8-inch square dish, on a lightly floured surface roll each piece into a 10-inch (25-cm) square. It’s OK if edges are uneven. Brush one square with egg, then sprinkle remaining 2 tsp (10 mL) dried or 2 tbsp (30 mL) fresh thyme overtop. Cover with remaining square. Press together.

4. Carefully pick up pastry and lay over filling. Tuck in any overhanging edges. Press edges of pastry onto rim of dish. With a knife tip, pierce middle of pastry in 3 or 4 places to allow steam to escape. Lightly brush top with egg. Bake in centre of preheated oven until golden and filling is bubbly, 30 to 35 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Sauce will thicken as it sits.

It’s really forgiving — we used almost twice the veggies, made a bit more sauce, and put it in a rectangular casserole dish, and it was f-i-n-e.

Then, after supper and tree, we watched the tail end of Home Alone on YTV, and then we came home.

Weird and sad

A girl from my home town who was about, what, four or maybe five years younger than me has died. She had a heart attack, apparently.

Wow.

And I found out by the magic of Facebook groups. I don’t even know what that says about the world. Are we more connected? Less?

Rest in peace.

Almost Geothermal

Right now, as I type this, there are two men making mechanical noises in my basement. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning*, I should have heat again; sometime after the long weekend** I should be pulling that heat directly from the ground.

Woohoo, and it’s about time too.

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* Assuming the electrician shows up at 8 AM so I can let him in before I go to work.
** Sometimes it’s awesome being a Canadian. Like when I look forward to having Monday off work, because it’s Thanksgiving around here. Of course the flip side of that is that Thanksgiving is the gateway to winter.

Today

Today my alarm didn’t ring, then at lunch I made a $20,000 phone call. Then tonight I helped a friend load a moving truck from 6:30PM till 11:00 PM. Now I’m going to have a shower and disappear into my bed.

How was your day?

Winter Wonders

Hoarfrost

Sure, it looks pretty.

Frosted tree

You’ll get no argument from me.

Winter Wonderland

But the night before, driving down the Trans-Canada Highway in fog dense enough that I couldn’t see the lights of Brandon from one kilometer away, I wasn’t thinking of the beauty of hoarfrost. I was thinking, praying really, “Just let us get home.”


Jewish Pastry

Also: The rugelach (or Jewish Pastry) turned out just fine.

Christmas baking

Every year at Christmas, one of the family treats is a sweet li’l treat that we’ve always known simply as “Jewish pastry”. This year I decided I’d like to take a crack at making it, and faced my first obstacle: How do you google a treat that you know by such a generic (and certainly incorrect) name?

So I punched “jewish pastry” into Google’s helpful little box, and got however many thousands of returns. Canny critter that I am, I had a look at the image search results. Turns out the proper name for “Jewish pastry” is rugelach.

Armed with that knowledge, I tried hunting for rugelach in Google. And discovered that there are as many recipes for rugelach as there are Jewish grandmothers. Hmmm.

So I emailed my mom, and got our iteration of the recipe from her. It came from my great-aunt Olga, who is on the Ukrainian side of the family.

Right now the dough’s chilling in the fridge. Soon I’ll be dabbing strawberry jam onto triangles of dough and rolling them up and baking them. Hopefully it turns out.

Wish me luck!

Grandpa

Grandpa

On the Tuesday before Hallowe’en, at 11:20 at night, my phone rang. Through the wonder of call display, I saw that it was my sister in Winnipeg calling. That time of night, it’s probably not going to be good news.

My grandfather had died at 11:00 that night. He was 88 years old, and he went, like Grandma in April, quietly in his sleep.

Grandpa and Grandma

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