This Friday, I'm focusing on fix and forget comfort food and the color brown.
The pot roasty stewy thing above was a case of "What's for supper?" on a day where nobody wanted to drive into town to replenish our diminished grocery supply.
So I started scavenging through the kitchen and found a small bit of chuck roast in the freezer,two good onions, some potatoes starting to bud out, a few stray carrots, and a can of tomatoes.
Through the wonder of castiron dutch ovens and slow cooking, a very comforting dish developed and it did not take any effort after the initial whacking of ingredients. I set it in the oven on pretty low heat and went outside for hours, only ducking in to check it a few times.
Actually, brown was not part of my original predawn inspiration, but as I reviewd this week's food pics, it seemed to be prevalent.
The cast iron skillet above holds an inexpensive quick meal that winds up less brown if you had some sour cream like my crew requests.
It's nothing more than boneless skinless chicken thighs, mushrooms, wine, garlic, oregano, and basil sauteed and simmered together. The pic is before any sour cream was added.
We served it on radiatori pasta, but being Gulf Coastian, I would gladly eat it on rice.
In keeping with the brown food theme, have a cookie.
Go ahead, you know you want one.
I was partial to the brown slabs of cookie wonderfulness in the bottom of the picture.
Those are "Ranger" cookies.
Essentially they are a thick, life sustaining oatmeal cookie.
Pretty wonderful with some cold milk.
One last brown food note.
Last weekend Junior requested "something chocolatey" be put on the grocery shopping list.
"How about chocolate cake?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, that would be great... as long as we have milk"
There was a box of Devils Food Cake Mix in the pantry so I handed it to him, "Here, make it yourself."
His eyes got big.
"A mix cake is no harder than mix brownies Dude. You make it, I'll coach where needed."
It wasn't long before an iced, beautiful chocolate cake sat on the kitchen table.
Later I mentioned to Mrs. FC that by helping Junior bake a cake, I had taken some of the mystery out of cake production. I viewed that as a good thing, seeing it as one more bit of training in his Renaissance Man skills.
"Yeah, thanks a lot." She replied ... not smiling.
It seems that while expanding his skills I had trespassed into the Mom zone. Cake baking is supposed to remain mysterious to anyone with a Y chromosome. Apparently it's part of the Mom creed.