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elfsSo, this evening, I promised Yamaarashi-chan that we would do something interesting together: we would eat an authentic South African recipe, since that's what she's studying. Tomorrow, we're going to have to do a lot more homework. I have already scheduled us to be at the library tomorrow.
Tonight, though, we put together something called bobotie,
Yamaarashi-chan cooks dinner for the family. which is basically leftovers cooked into a pie held together with eggs rather than potatoes as one would think for Shepherd's Pie. Other than chopping the onions and handling the oven, I let her do all the work: browning the onions, mixing the meat in, letting it brown too. The recipe we had was "authentic," and that means that we didn't drain the meat afterwards: bad mistake. It was too greasy for an American diet. Next time we'll know better.
She stirred in the currants and a medly of chopped dried blueberries, blackberries, and cherries-- I'm not a fruit-at-dinner person, but those worked-- and then some bread soaked in milk, and then topped it with an egg-and-milk scramble. I put it in the oven for her, and then we made rice together. That was undramatic, since the rice-cooker takes care of everything except measuring the amount of rice you need.
We ate it. It was good, but it would have been better without all the grease. The girls liked it, but not enough to ask for it again. Still, it means that when Yamaarashi-chan gets to make her presentation on "her" country for her class, she can say that she made and ate something they (supposedly) eat there.
Afterwards, I let them play a bit. They played Hullabaloo while Omaha and I relaxed with a game or two of backgammon, and then I put the kids to bed. Those kids grow like weeds. I'm about ready to put away the stepping stool in the bathroom and Kouryou-chan's booster seat has lain in a corner, unloved, since I can't remember when. While they were brushing their teeth I saw that Yamaarashi-chan's nightgown, which used to cover her down below her knees, now barely fits her. I cleaned up the kitchen and went out to the pharmacy to grab Omaha some guafenesin for her nighttime dosing. And then I put her to bed.
Tonight, though, we put together something called bobotie,
Yamaarashi-chan cooks dinner for the family.
She stirred in the currants and a medly of chopped dried blueberries, blackberries, and cherries-- I'm not a fruit-at-dinner person, but those worked-- and then some bread soaked in milk, and then topped it with an egg-and-milk scramble. I put it in the oven for her, and then we made rice together. That was undramatic, since the rice-cooker takes care of everything except measuring the amount of rice you need.
We ate it. It was good, but it would have been better without all the grease. The girls liked it, but not enough to ask for it again. Still, it means that when Yamaarashi-chan gets to make her presentation on "her" country for her class, she can say that she made and ate something they (supposedly) eat there.
Afterwards, I let them play a bit. They played Hullabaloo while Omaha and I relaxed with a game or two of backgammon, and then I put the kids to bed. Those kids grow like weeds. I'm about ready to put away the stepping stool in the bathroom and Kouryou-chan's booster seat has lain in a corner, unloved, since I can't remember when. While they were brushing their teeth I saw that Yamaarashi-chan's nightgown, which used to cover her down below her knees, now barely fits her. I cleaned up the kitchen and went out to the pharmacy to grab Omaha some guafenesin for her nighttime dosing. And then I put her to bed.
