Dinner in Real Life, v.2
July 30, 2013
So it's pretty clear to me that if I want to keep going with the Dinner in Real Life-type posts (in which I give y'all a THRILLING 1,000+ WORD RUNDOWN on what we fucking ate for dinner, because you care and you care deeply) I really need to remember to take some goddamn photos before all the food disappears into our face holes.
Photographing the recipes for blogging usually occurs to me the day after, while I'm reheating the leftovers in the microwave, and I am sorry, but making leftovers look like anything other than a choppy mess of brownish things is way beyond my modest skills. Look at this two-day old pasta! It is vaguely reminiscent of the idea of al dente! Bon appetit!
Or I decide to document the preparation steps and...well, this happens:
Remember the mini chicken and broccoli pot pies? I make those about once a week, because they are easy and the kids love them and FINE, I love them because it sort of feels like I'm eating Hostess pies for dinner.
No, I am not rolling out the world's biggest quadruple batch there; that's what happens when I plunge face first into a recipe while forgetting that I broke our rolling pin.
Thank goodness for Ezra's fully-stocked play kitchen, is all I'm saying.
A promo still from my upcoming show Cooking With Hobbits.
But I guess that IS real life. Around here, anyway, in a household managed by an idiot. It took forever to roll out the pie crust (especially since Jason kept coming into the kitchen to laugh at me and I didn't even have anything to wave menacing at him other than a teeny tiny baby rolling pin), but dinner and the day was saved, in the end.
(Pay no attention to that one that's all borked up. It was either patch the hole with random end-y bits or reroll the dough and bitch, please.)
(Mini pot pies filled, topped and blurrily headed to the oven because I forgot to stand still for a second while I took the picture. I GET IT. FOOD BLOGGING IS NOT MY FORTE.)
Yay! Nothing exploded and nobody died.
Though absolutely zero pies survived the next 45 minutes.
So like, what's for dinner, man?