I woke up in a great mood. Oddly, both of my children woke up in amazing moods too. They were pleasant and whine-free. They both ate phenomenal breakfasts, seemingly fueling their good behavior for the day. I took Henry to Rose's Monday tumbling class because he didn't have school and he was an angel; sang all the songs, encouraged Rose to participate, made sure all the little kids got toys before he did. I was literally glowing with pride! (Or, maybe I was glistening with sweat from being way overdressed on a 60 degree day in November. Either way, I was proud...) After class I proposed a trip to either the playground or library. "I'd like to go to the library!" declared Henry. Oh my God, I thought, he's the perfect child AND a bookworm to boot!
For those of you who know my children, you know that this was an isolated event and that at any moment all hell could break loose. Lucky for me, I rode the wave of blissfully well-behaved kids until nearly 5pm. And then all hell broke loose.
Of course, it was just as I was starting to prepare dinner for the night; Estonian Stuffed Veal. The kids had been playing nicely together so I began mixing the stuffing for the veal. I was wrist deep in ground pork, ground beef (I decided to omit the ground veal to prevent veal overkill), breadcrumbs, diced onion and egg when I heard that familiar grunting noise followed by a piercing scream and then sobs. Henry had boxed Rose out of something and a tantrum ensued. I quickly washed my hands and dealt with the conflict, and then I continued to prepare the meal with the background music of whines, screams, grunts and cries.
I'd love to claim that my dinner redeemed the evening gone awry, but it was very much what I expected; a lot of meat. I used veal cutlets and rolled a small amount of stuffing in each, using a toothpick to secure them. I baked the roulades in a large baker with chicken stock. The highlight of the meal was the gravy. After I removed the cooked veal, I poured the pan drippings into a saute pan and brought it to a boil, adding sour cream by the spoonful until it was the perfect creamy consistency. The gravy was delicious. I never would have thought to use sour cream to thicken a sauce but it worked very well. I served the veal with fried potatoes and green beans.
I wanted to score this meal a 2.5, but I had a hard time falling asleep last night because I was hot and uncomfortable. So since Estonia gave me the meat sweats and a restless night of sleep, I deducted a quarter point.
Estonia scores a 2.25.
Of course, it was just as I was starting to prepare dinner for the night; Estonian Stuffed Veal. The kids had been playing nicely together so I began mixing the stuffing for the veal. I was wrist deep in ground pork, ground beef (I decided to omit the ground veal to prevent veal overkill), breadcrumbs, diced onion and egg when I heard that familiar grunting noise followed by a piercing scream and then sobs. Henry had boxed Rose out of something and a tantrum ensued. I quickly washed my hands and dealt with the conflict, and then I continued to prepare the meal with the background music of whines, screams, grunts and cries.
I'd love to claim that my dinner redeemed the evening gone awry, but it was very much what I expected; a lot of meat. I used veal cutlets and rolled a small amount of stuffing in each, using a toothpick to secure them. I baked the roulades in a large baker with chicken stock. The highlight of the meal was the gravy. After I removed the cooked veal, I poured the pan drippings into a saute pan and brought it to a boil, adding sour cream by the spoonful until it was the perfect creamy consistency. The gravy was delicious. I never would have thought to use sour cream to thicken a sauce but it worked very well. I served the veal with fried potatoes and green beans.
I wanted to score this meal a 2.5, but I had a hard time falling asleep last night because I was hot and uncomfortable. So since Estonia gave me the meat sweats and a restless night of sleep, I deducted a quarter point.
Estonia scores a 2.25.
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