Yesterday, when I took my garbage out, there was a big cloud that looked like a crowing rooster. It was wispy, possibly some sort of cirrus cloud formation. The next time I went outside it was gone.
I thought you should know.
Mike came over for dinner and a movie last night. We ate leftover melon soup, and I made macaroni and cheese and spinach.
The macaroni and cheese was a minor disaster of sorts. Quoth Mike after eating it, "My teeth feel chalky." I think I either a) overcooked the pasta by a minute or two or b) screwed up the roux somehow (perhaps too much flour?) or c) both a and b.
This is what I did [those of you who can cook, please see if you can find an error]:
Over low heat, I melted 3 tbsps of butter. Then, I slowly whisked in approximately 3 tbsps of flour [I hate my measuring spoons, so this is a used the 1 tablespoon but still a best guess estimate]. After all that dissolved, I continued to whisk until it looked kind of bubbly. Next, I slowly added about 1.5 cups of milk.
I cooked that over low heat (continuing to stir with the whisk) until it started to look thickish. After that, I added about 1.5 cups of grated cheddar cheese. And stirred until the cheese was melted and the sauce looked all creamy and stuff.
After adding the sauce to the drained pasta, I set it aside and waited for Mike to arrive. When he (finally) came in, the sauce was dryish and clumpy, not creamy. WHAT HAPPENED?
I thought the spinach was a bit gross, but Mike -after sniffing it twice- pronounced it good. Usually I use fresh spinach, but, because I was feeling lazy [after the time-consuming labor-intensive roux], I used frozen. I sauteed a clove of minced garlic in olive oil. Then added the partially defrosted spinach and balsamic vinegar.
Mike did say after the meal, "Be careful or you'll start to be known as a good cook."
Ha. Like that will ever happen. He just hasn't been subjected to some of my more famous experimental cooking disasters. Give it time yo.
After dinner, we snuggled up on the couch to watch V for Vendetta. I thought it was a good film. The "message" was applied with all the delicacy of a sledgehammer, but ... still ... it gave me something to think about. Mike said he'll need to watch it again to get all the references ... (and also) I think because I had to keep pausing and explaining plot points to him. That got a little old after awhile.
He left soon after the movie ended. We're going out tomorrow night. Yay. And, we'll probably watch PR3 tomorrow as well.