Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Househusband: Boredom and Inertia

Yesterday marked an all-time high for househusbandly tedium.

I was grounded for most of the day because the Inspector was going to show up at some nebulously defined point to "inspect" the house après the termite thing. Don't ask. So I sat. I went outside and surfed wirelessly from my hammock. Went inside. Yawned. Went outside and harvested a whole mess o' tomatoes. Saved some for salad, etc. and with the rest I made a tomato confit in the CrockPotTM (it's not a slow-cooker, it is a for-real Rival Crock Pot).

In case you're wondering:


1 doz. plum tomatoes
15 basil leaves
5 cloves garlic
Sea salt

Film the bottom of the cooking insert with EVOO, and cover most of the basil leaves. Core and seed the tomatoes (peeling is optional...I don't bother in this case). Place tomatoes in the cooking insert, cut-side down on the basil leaves. Add the oil (1/2" - 3/4"). Thinly shave garlic and sprinkle over tomatoes, along with the salt. Cook on "low" until tomatoes are soft, VERY shriveled and lightly caramelized. The whole thing should look like a tomato marmalade. Plop it in clean mason jars.

[The same process is good for Balsamic-caramelized onions, which is basically EVOO, salt and sweet onions (Maui, Walla-Walla, etc., just avoid the "supersweets" those are ONLY sweet) with a good splash of young (4-6 years...Whole Foods has a great one) Balsamic vinegar. This is GREAT for topping pizza, standing in for the tomato sauce, with a gorgonzola dolce being the cheese of choice.]

Finally Mr. Inspector Man gave us his OK and I schlepped to work out, fetch offspring, deal with offpring afterschool stuff, come home and make a dinner for us 3 (sort of croque monsieur sandwiches, with EVOO/garlic/rosemary Yukon Gold potato chips) and we ate "casual" (i.e., in front of the TV) since NOS wanted to watch a National Geographic documentary on some sort of prehistoric crocodile that measured 40' and whose bit had a snap of 18,000 pounds. In retrospect, the documentary was a bit too TOO for 7- and 8-year olds, but not terribly so.

Oh, snap...I forgot I had to return some stuff I ordered.

It's a thrill-a-minute here in the suburbs of Paradise, USA.


Posted by Joke at 9:30 AM


  • Blogger Sue posted at 8:45 PM, February 08, 2006  
    You get to harvest tomatoes in February.

    I think I'm going to cry.

  • Blogger Joke posted at 9:44 PM, February 08, 2006  
    DIH, don't have hurricanes, as I am sure the Usual Suspects will remind you.

  • Blogger --erica posted at 10:15 PM, February 08, 2006  
    Tomatoes just can't save you from hurricanes!!!
  • Blogger --erica posted at 10:18 PM, February 08, 2006  
    someone must be the voice of reason.
  • Blogger Suse posted at 4:29 AM, February 09, 2006  
    Is your CrockpotTM orange?
    In Australia there seems to be some sort of law that says all CrockpotsTM must be orange.
    My mother's one even has a brown floral pattern OVER the orange. (The posh model).
  • Blogger Joke posted at 10:47 AM, February 09, 2006  
    This CrockpotTM is brushed stainless steel and has a black insert thingy. I am unaware of where it lands on the posh spectrum. However, THE super-duper Mr. Posh, Who's Your Daddy model is the one that has an enameled LeCreuset-like cast iron insert where you can actually BROWN stuff and then put into your CrockpotTM to cook whatever.

    Instead of getting another pot dirty and having to do stuff ahead of time, like I do.

    I'm sure I was going somewhere with this.

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