This week Mom made an incredible beef and wild rice stew for supper and I made a simple salad with Green Goddess dressing.
About that dressing: a week or so ago, thoughts of Green Goddess dressing climbed out of a tiny drawer somewhere in the back of my mind. I hadn't eaten any for ages...hadn't even seen it offered anywhere.
Last Saturday, Mom, my sister-in-law, Nancy, and I went to Penzey's Spices in Overland Park, Kansas. The first thing I noticed on the shelves was an herb mixture for making Green Goddess dressing. You know I bought some.
Oh, yeah. It's every bit as good as I remembered. And couldn't be simpler. You combine one tablespoon of the mixture with two tablespoons of water and let it sit for 5 minutes. When the herbs have absorbed the water, you combine them with plain yogurt or mayonnaise, and you've got fresh, preservative-free, low sodium, yummy salad dressing.
Speaking of yummy—Mom baked cherry cobbler for dessert. Like the Little Red Hen, she did it all: picked, cleaned and froze the cherries last summer, made the crust and filling, and created a gorgeous lattice top.
We didn't get a lot done in the sewing room. Meg discovered she'd made a pretty big mistake in her project and spent most of the evening "unsewing."
Deb was looking for the materials for her new project, which led to a major clean-out-the-bags-and-boxes blowout.
Mom helped me make flower squares for Katie's quilt. I've got to get a move on. Her birthday is only 34 days away.
4 comments:
I must know the recipe for the beef stew and the cobbler. Can we see the step by step making, too? AND you must include yourselves in the making...and your dad doing the dishes, because that is salvation right there!
Beautiful photos!
This reminds me, it is time to make a Penzey's order. You are so lucky to be able to go inside their store, wish we had one nearby. Tell me it smells as good in there as I imagine it does.
When do you start taking orders for quilts?
The heck with the green goddess, I want some pah! Er, I mean cobbler. That's a mean looking cobbler, Mama.
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