I was a little late on getting this up: I shoot for Monday so I can link to Menu Plan Monday, because it’s always more fun to be part of a group. (Unless you’re in the shower, say, or getting a tooth pulled, or eating the last piece of dark chocolate. Then it’s more fun to be alone…)
Next week we’ll get in on Menu Plan Monday. This week I’ll just share what’s on the menu here:
Monday: Yesterday I made bread and pulled out lots of leftovers. Last week I roasted a turkey in herb butter, and I had a bunch of little dark meat pieces left. Not big enough to slice for pretty pieces, and a bit fatty for sandwiches. But I had about 2 1/2 cups of perfectly good turkey meat, and there’s no way the dog is getting it. So I decided to make Turkey Quesadilla Calzones. I had no idea that’s what they were called at the time… But I think it has a nice ring to it, don’t you?
I minced the 2 1/2 cups of turkey, then added in 1 1/2 cups shredded cheese (havarti and cheddar), 1/2 cup green chilies (the canned kind), a handful of fresh cilantro, minced, and about 3/4 cup salsa. I contemplated corn, too, but decided for simplicity. My most repeated mistake in the kitchen is adding too much stuff.
Now, something to put this turkey-mix into: voila, the bread dough. I stole a loaf-sized piece of dough after the first rise and rolled it out to a thin roughly rectangular shape, then sliced it into four pieces, which somehow turned out to be triangular. I don’t know… I’m into food, not geometry.
I bet you can figure out the rest yourself. 1/4 of the mixture into each piece of dough, fold over the dough, pinch the edges together, place onto buttered cookie sheet, slice a couple of steam vents on top of each calzone, place into 350 degree oven, bake for 25 – 30 minutes until golden brown and the smell is driving you crazy. Remove from oven, slice open, burn fingers, do the little ouch-I-hurt-myself dance around the kitchen, blow on calzone, wait impatiently for it to cool enough to handle, eat.
I’m only through Monday and this is already rather wordy. I’ll shoot for brevity for the remainder of the week.
Tuesday: This is, for me and Handsome Joe (my husband, yes), what those of us in the small-child-parenting world gleefully refer to as “date night.” Hence, there will be no cooking. There will be eating, oh yes, but there will be no cooking. At least not by me.
Wednesday: I’m undecided on Wednesday night, because I’m not sure if we’ll be home or not. If we’re leaving for the meeting that we might be having at 7:00, we will just eat sandwiches of some kind. I have plenty of homemade bread, and some days there is nothing better than a thick peanut butter and jelly sandwich on fresh white bread with a big glass of cold milk and some fresh fruit. Mmmm. If we don’t have the meeting, salty, sizzling fried rice sounds good. Really good. My kids will get theirs all over the floor, my husband will eat his with chopsticks in an amazingly efficient way, and I will sprinkle mine with cilantro and soy sauce and use a fork.
Thursday: Thursday is a good decadent food night, so we’re having mashed potatoes with cream cheese and garlic, crispy baked chicken, and something else I’ll decide on at the last minute. Pan-fried squash with a good sprinkle of brown sugar and butter, just like my Mama used to make. Or a fresh carrot and raisin salad with a splash of rice wine vinegar to give it a little kick. Or baked apples doused with cinnamon. Or corn on the cob, just barely steamed and salted and crispy, tender, sweet. (I am so hungry right now. Why isn’t it Thursday yet?)
Friday: After Thursday’s decadence, it’s time for something refreshing and light, yet warm and comforting. The weather is definitely into fall territory now. It’s the perfect time for fresh tomato soup with a drizzle of basil puree. A piece of buttered toast alongside, and for dessert a movie and a mug of hot spiced cider.
Saturday: If we’re home (you never know with a Saturday), we’ll grill some burgers out and have them with oven-baked potato wedges, peach salsa, and chips. One last grilling session before it’s really too cold.
Sunday: We have a fellowship lunch/picnic after church this Sunday. My contribution will be a sweet, creamy corn casserole, Jiffy-style, maybe with a few additions; freshly baked rolls, and a dessert of some kind… I better figure that out before Saturday night.
Whew. I hope Handsome Joe gets here soon to take me out to dinner. I am famished now.
What’s on your menu this week? Do tell. (It’s not gossip, I promise.)