While on the train on my way home from a completely overwhelming day, my brain re-inflated enough for me to remember to take a short detour on my walk home from the train station to pick up a nice mini-bottle of Beaujolais (which I am presently halfway through). Unfortunately, Angst can't blame the following pictures on Mommy's Special Juice...just the deteriorating capacity to reason.
|That hat was on my head while I walked home, but after I put on my glasses, Mister (who wears glasses and beanie hats) decided we all needed to look like a family and put the Hat on the Cat|
|Angst doesn't seem to like wearing hats, so he probably hopes we got it all out of our system.|
I've made this before, but my dumplings were much prettier this time and it still impresses me that those lumps of sticky dough really do steam into a solid biscuit. They are sinfully simple to make - there are five ingredients in the dumplings and only slightly more in the stew. I think what I like the most about these dumplings is that they are made with spelt flour, which give them a savory flavor I can really only describe as "real."
The whole stew is remarkably rich. There isn't a whole lot of broth, especially when you take away the part that made sticky dough into biscuits. Perhaps it is the concentrated nature of the broth that makes it so good, but Mister and I happily ate two bowls each and I am already anticipating the leftovers for WorkLunch tomorrow. Hopefully, I will have more time tomorrow than the ten minutes I had today to wolf down my lunch, because this should be savored.
On another note, while I'm running around at work like tofu with my head cut off, I am gratified to come home each night and find that while he started with the entry/dining area, Mister appears to be working his way through the apartment, cleaning up the messes that have accumulated in recent months. I know I don't have the energy for that kind of ridiculous behavior right now! I'll happily bring home the seitan if he'll keep my home straightened up. I love how far we've come in the reversal/dismissal of traditional gender roles during my lifetime. Now, if only we could find a way for Mister to carry and bear a child, I might find a way to become interested in parenting ;)
I think the wine is getting to me...