I have a disease. It's called "can't put down a book once I've started until it's finished." So yesterday afternoon consisted of an hour of Monkey & I reading books, which means I did not make bread. (The book was nothing to suggest. An adventure romance novel to just dull my mind for a few hours... haha).
I also did not make apple crisps. T hadn't brought up the dehydrator for me. And to be perfectly honest, yes, I could have gone downstairs to get it myself... but there was absolutely no space on my counters for me to put it anyways.
I found a huge bunch of "overripe" bananas for 29 cents a pound I snatched those right up to try making banana chips. I say "overripe" because they were really just past their prime and not anywhere near ripened enough to turn into bread. The dehydrator will be put to use tonight after work or first thing tomorrow morning. I'll be extremely upset with myself if it doesn't.
I processed all of the tomatoes we had in the house already. But T & Monkey went to pick more last night and my counter is once again full of tomatoes. I did manage to at least get them all clean but I'll need to go pick herbs before I'm ready to make more sauce. I'm going to need to buy more parsley, though. T ran a little experiment with parsley this year. He planted a small section with new seeds and a small section with leftover seeds from last year. So we didn't get much parsley (last years seed didn't grow). Needless to say, I was a little annoyed at his choice of produce to experiment with. Next year, double the basil and parsley and skip the cilantro (I don't cook with cilantro so it was really wasted space in the garden).
I made something different for dinner last night. Remember all that summer squash we had? Well, one produce drawer in our refrigerator is still full of it. So I made a variation to the squash and tomato pasta I posted about a couple weeks ago. I sliced the squash this time. I also added thin slices of sweet italian pepper and chunks of sweet italian sausage. Instead of canned diced tomato, I diced up a HUGE beef steak (why use canned when I've got so many fresh, right?). It was a lot better than my first attempt. T actually raved over dinner. I know I did something right when he actually says something about my cooking.
And on that note, it's time to finish getting ready for work so I can hit the road and start my 11 hour day. Have I mentioned how much I loathe Tuesday?