and things went downhill from there

My Twitter feed is private, and I keep it tightly curated, so I'm not really affected by the site's current spiral into becoming even more of a cesspit. I'll keep posting and reading there until it implodes.

That said, I created a profile over on Mastodon some time back that has mostly been languishing, but I've started slowly ramping up my presence there in anticipation of the Twitpocalypse.

plonq@mstdn.social

I went onto Facebook and Twitter and asked the same question.

"Hypothetically, if I was going to make roasted cauliflower with pasta, should I make it with rotini, or penne rigate?"

On Twitter, I got four votes for rotini, and one vote for penne rigate.

On Facebook, I got a single vote for the penne, but only after the person grilled me on what kind of sauce I was planning to use (none).

Another person commented on how cauliflower pasta can be mushy if you cook it wrong. (No vote)

Another person responded that her daughter loves potatoes with cauliflower. (No vote)

I don't know what kind of broader statement I can make about this, but the results don't surprise me. Not a bit.

In the end, I made it with the rotini, and it was good.

Today was one of those "use some ingredients that need to get used" days. We tossed around various breakfast ideas this morning before I announced that I was going to make pancakes. I found a recipe for faux buttermilk pancakes and scaled it up for two of us, then I dug to the bottom of the freezer and found a bag of blueberries from 2017 that should probably get used. The blueberries are still good, and the resulting pancakes were fine.



We went out for a fairly long walk early this afternoon, and made a point of swinging by the local butcher shop. My original plan had been to grab a couple of strip steaks, but I noticed that they had butterfly pork chops on sale, so I grabbed those instead. As I was pulling them out of the fridge for the grill this evening, I spotted a plastic container with some boneless chicken thighs that I'd bought earlier in the week. I'd used most of the thighs, but most of our meals are already planned out for the weekend, and they don't include thighs. They needed to be used.

On a whim, I tossed them on the grill when the pork chops were about half done, and when the thighs were nearly done, I topped them with a bit of roasted pepper barbecue sauce. I figured that - at worst - the cooked thighs would last longer than the raw ones would have.

We both agreed that the "afterthought" thighs were the highlight of dinner. We finished the thighs, and half of our pork chops ended up in the fridge as leftovers.

Next time I might just grill thighs.