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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Fat Tuesday

I woke up this morning not wanting to do it.  Not wanting to deal with the cold.  Not wanting to deal with a child who rips off her mittens and then screams because her hands are cold.  Not wanting to do the same thing that we do every Tuesday.

Truth be told, I chose to give up sweets because I knew I needed a reset button, and I told myself I pig out for the next few days.

This morning my languid attitude spilled into all my regular breakfast options.  The english muffin with peanut butter did not sound tastey.  The yogurt with a banana did not sound delightful.  I ate a bagel.  With cream cheese, something I haven't had in a long time.  The thought occurred to me that maybe every now and again we need a day where we just eat whatever we want.  All those foods, whether under sound nutritional advice or superstition, that you have decided are forbidden you allow yourself to eat all day long.  I don't know what the purpose would serve, maybe you just indulge and then you won't just eat all over the place.

I had grand plans to go to a nearby coffee shop and buy one of their uber lovely cupcakes and eat it all....probably with the help of my youngest daughter.  I went to the gym instead.  The rest of the morning was to busy to eat at all.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening there was Lemon Bundt Cake.  There is only one piece left.  I had help.
Sure you did Lara.
No, really, I did.

There is a big poster in the gym advertising a Mardi Gras celebration at a nearby restaurant.  Emma was mesmerized with it.  I started thinking over how I would answer any questions.  'Ummmm, it's when I bunch of people do stuff they think they really shouldn't, because for the next forty days they won't...?'  Then there are the girls with the boobs and the necklaces and I just don't think we're ready for that...her or me.

Made me think about how a few years ago I might have been tempted by a New Orleans Mardi Gras celebration.  Now I just think it would make me tired.  Inside and out.  I thought more about my own version, was it really okay to eat that much cake in one day, just because I know I can't for the next few weeks.
Probably not.  But I did it anyway.
I kept thinking about what other people were doing on this Tuesday, most of us are just Tuesday-ing  it up.  Work, school, kids...
I made Apple Chutney.

Our little grocery store sells half price fruit and vegetables at the back of the produce section.  Every now and then you can grab something for a good deal.  You have to be discerning, because they are old.  I snagged 4 lb. bag of granny smith apples for $2.27.  And I made them into chutney.

We eat quite a bit of chutney in our house.  I haven't found any here that I like or that isn't exorbitantly expensive.  We had all the other ingredients on hand, so I think I saved us some money.

Here's the recipe:

12 cups apples (peeled, cored, chopped)
2 cups cider vinegar
1 1/2 cups onion
4 cloves garlic
1 cup raisins (or other dried fruit)
1 inches ginger root (peeled and minced)
4 cups brown sugar
2 tsp ground coriander
1 tsp each ground cloves, ground mustard, and salt
1 tsp red chile flakes
1 1/2 tsp ground cumin
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 ground cardamom
Combine in a large saucepan.  Bring to a boil.  Lower heat to medium and cook until mixture thickens.  Ladle into hot sterilized jars.  Seal with sterilized lids and process full jars in boiling water bath for 15 minutes.

I was having a hard time telling if mine was going to gel properly, chutney is not as thick as jam, but it should be jam like. I think it was because I used brown sugar.  Anyone want to try it with white sugar and tell me if they have luck?

So here I am, on this Catholic day of partying going all Mennonite on myself and canning things.  I just can't do anything the proper way.

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