Today I did a lot of cooking- zucchini marmalade, coffee cake, and five par-baked pizza crusts, three of which became dinner. (Me, to Geoff and the world, "I'm going to make butter chicken pizza". Geoff, "Fine". Me, "Because I'm a grownup and I can make butter chicken pizza if I want! I get to decide!"). One oil and caesar dressing with roasted peppers and zucchini and potatoes, one cheese and tomato sauce, one butter chicken. We had takeout yesterday when Alicia and Richard and their girls were here, so we have leftovers.
I think that if I can make space for it par-baked pizza crust is going to change my life. I am resigned to frozen pizza and takeout pizza but don't like either very much. Par-baked crust means all I have to do is scrounge a couple of toppings and we can have decent pizza in half an hour. It makes me happy. All you have to do is make pizza crust, preheat your oven to 450F, flatten the dough out on pieces of parchment paper into pizza-sized rounds, and bake it for four minutes. Cool it all the way down, wrap, and freeze.
In other food news Miriam is slightly underweight, and I am supposed to add cream, butter, olive oil, avocados, coconut cream etc to everything she eats to make her bigger. She got wise to me giving her spoonfuls of butter and has been refusing them. I'm thinking of condensed milk next. I had a quasi-argument with one of the ladies who comes over to play with her adopted grandchildren because she was horrified at giving the kids straight fat. She isn't deeply happy about our normal diet anyway, and I was sticking to my guns and saying pediatric nutritionist a lot. It's so hard to move out of the mindset that fat in food is wrong or evil or destructive. It's not! We die without enough fat! And children, especially small, low-appetite children, need to make every mouthful count.
So I just made a sort of milk-enriching instant breakfast mix to stick in her milk. Or her cream. It's instant chocolate pudding, some sugar, and a lot of powdered milk. She seems happy about it, and I'll put more butter and peanut butter on her toast, and cheese in her eggs, and she'll plump up like a little Christmas goose.