That big batch of Beef Baked with Turnips and Black Pepper (pictured below) beckoned. We had eaten all the turnip greens, so I quickly sauteed some baby spinach instead. There was no twirling involved, which surprised me because Ernie was high as a kite from some chocolate my cousin Katie bought him during their afternoon together and I would have thought he might have tried twirling the beef to say nothing of the spinach. (“I didn’t let him eat the whole thing!” she proclaimed when I expressed concern about late-in-the-day chocolate-bar-eating and its effect on Ernie’s ability to fall asleep at a decent hour. Of course, Ernie loves her and her girlfriend and they took him for the entire afternoon with glee, so I’m not complaining. Just observing. Observing that my son acted like a crazy person all evening. But then it might just as easily have been Katie-and-Nilka withdrawal. They let him pick out plants for their garden. They play Uno with him. They have a dog. They buy him chocolate bars. They are fun.)
So, yes, dinner. We also had a bit of plain yogurt alongside the beef in its yogurt-y sauce. Plus I inhaled some leftover beet and yogurt salad I made the other day while reheating the beef. Ernie found the shocking pick color off-putting and opted for plain yogurt instead. These were not the first yogurt forays for either us: between the two of us we ate about a quart of yogurt yesterday.
Instead of thinking we should find some other luscious snacks and condiments, I find myself considering “investing” in a home yogurt maker. Anyone have one? Love it? Anyone concerned about my mania and think maybe I should just buy yogurt at the store like a normal person?
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