I’m not doing NaNoBloPo anymore because of my hands, so I won’t be posting much this weekend. I will, however, be visiting my parents in Grass Valley and my friends Troy and Krista in Folsom. Also, with a little luck, I will find a new party dress to wear this holiday season.
I think I might make this for Christmas dinner:
One thing about me: I love trying new food. That’s why I was delighted last night when Kat introduced me to Laloo’s Goat Milk Ice Cream.
If you don’t like goat cheese or goat milk, you won’t like this ice cream, because let’s face it, getting rid of that goat-y flavor is impossible. But if you do like goat cheese, then goat milk ice cream is delicious and fun. I had the Pumpkin Spice flavor.
The first time I tried goat milk was also the day I saw a baby goat for the first time. When I was about 4 years old, my parents knew someone who owned a goat farm. I remember being surprised that goats could produce milk, but I liked the milk they offered me. However, that did not compare to how much I liked the baby goats. All it took was for me to feed one with a bottle, and I was in love. Like Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I immediately demanded that I get a baby goat to take home. My mom refused, and I could not believe that she was actually going to keep me from my very own adorable baby goat. I started kicking my Mom, screaming Baby Goat! Baby Goat!
I did not get a baby goat.
Today, goats seem a little strange to me. I mean, their pulpils are rectangular, for pete’s sake. But baby goats? You still have my heart.
Having a garden means I have to find ways to use up the food it produces. This summer, I’ve made zucchini bread, quiche, pie, and muffins. I’ve made tomato sauce, tarts, and foccacia. I’ve eaten countless cucumber-and-tomato salads and countless mozzarella-tomato-and-basil sandwiches.
Still there is more. I saute it. I roast it. I give it away. Still there is more.
Yesterday, I decided to utilize my over-producing jalapeno plant and my zealously producing tomato plants by making roasted tomato salsa. This meant roasting nine tomoatoes, a half head of garlic, and three jalapenos. To do this, I had to split the jalapenos and take out the seeds. Although I tried to touch the jalapenos as little as possible, it somehow still got all over my hands.
I have been down this path before. You get jalapeno on your hands, you think it’s gone, and the next thing you know, it’s stinging your eyes, your nose, your ear, and everywhere else you have touched. So this time, I was smart. I called my scientifically minded husband and explained my predicament. He got me a glass of milk and told me to stick my hand in it (a base vs. an acid. Science!). I did so. The jalapeno seemed to go away. All was well.
Except, it wasn’t. This morning, I opened my contact case to put in my contacts and
oooooooooooowwwwwwww!
A flash of needle-poking stings and a desperate, desperate grab to pull the piece of plastic out.
Jalapeno: Polluting my contact case and contacts.
Luckily, I had one more pair left. Now I have to go to the eye doctor for a refill.
The good news: The salsa tastes yummy.