It makes me so happy when I can clean out the fridge and make a super delicious meal with what needs to be used. A definite overall magic moment in my book. Especially when I can share it with friends. :) Here are a few recent examples: 12/3/16 A grouse flew into a post in the dog kennel yesterday and killed itself, so Jen cleaned it, brought it home, and sautéed it up for dinner. I made a version of this yummy barley pilaf to go with it using kale and squash from the garden, and red peppers and honey mushrooms from the freezer. 12/12/16 Katelyn gave us a huge fillet of Salmon that she caught while working in Alaska, so I made our go-to salmon meal (below) with steamed broccoli and roasted squash. I’ve never loved this meal as leftovers though. That is until I came across this soup recipe today. I subbed the raw fish, squash, and kale for my already cooked leftovers and this soup was ready in the time it took to heat it all up. Swirl in some sriracha. So good! 1/5/16
I was sifting through our freezer as we made our meal plan for the week and came across a meaty chicken carcass and a venison roast. I wasn’t in the mood for chicken soup, but chicken tortilla soup for some reason sounded good. So I tried out this recipe. It was pretty damn good. And made a lot. The next morning Jen threw the frozen venison roast with some water and salt and pepper in the crockpot. She asked me to get potatoes boiling when I got home, but by the time I made it home, I was too hungry and cold for all that, so I just put the soup leftovers on the stove to heat up, and we grazed on the venison as Jen shredded it. After eating and thinking about how to package the leftovers, I said to Jen: “I feel like I want to make brown rice, put the shredded venison with it and slather this soup over the top.” So that’s what I did. I brought some of it along to a blog night at Kaite’s house. Threw it in a pyrex with some cheese mixed in. Viola! Leftovers become casserole! We ate that one up before I could get a pic. It wasn't nearly as pretty as it was tasty though.
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AuthorsMagdalen Dale and Kaite Sweval grew up a layer apart, overlapping and paralleling. Belonging to the shores of Lake Superior and yet not quite belonging. Laughing and dreaming on the bench outside the ferry booth as Mag passed the time and Kaite chose her time. Left to explore as soon as they could. And then as adults returned home, perhaps to their surprise. But glad to have each other... ‘cause we know there is strength in the differences between us and comfort where we overlap. Archives
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