Dream with Our Eyes Open

The Mr. went out after work to a retirement investing seminar, because we're approaching that stage of things. The presenting company fed the participants, so I was on my own.

I didn't really feel like cooking. I snagged a piece of cheese (goat gouda) right after I walked in the door (my usual practice; I get myself a couple of different small bits of cheese every week and drop an ounce or so when I get home) and then decided I wanted something with beans, because the Mr. rarely wants them (classic bean and ham soup is about it for him).

I found a white bean and tuna salad online, but I didn't have all the ingredients. So I faked it.

I cut the amounts in half, because I was the only diner, and besides I only I had one can of tuna! I didn't have red onion, so I used a yellow one, small, cut in half (tucked the rest away for future reference). I sliced and diced it fine, and put it to marinate in the white wine vinegar (raw onions and I don't always get along; marinating them in something acid helps).

I chucked in some Seggiano semi-dry Mediterranean herbs (I just discovered this product, it's great), subbed Italian parsley for the watercress, cut a couple of baby carrots very fine because I wanted more veg. No capers, so I diced a couple of No. 1 Sons crispy garlic dill pickle spears. Drained and rinsed the beans, drained the tuna before I remembered that the recipe *wanted* the tuna oil. So I had to add a little olive oil back. Decided I wanted a little more zip, so I threw in a tablespoon or so of bottled lime juice.

It's pretty good, and pretty much what I wanted. I put half of it away for later.

I'm making matzoh balls! Even though we have no soup to put them in! I just wanted some, dammit!

When I was growing up, I could never figure out why people made jokes about matzoh balls being like cannon balls, because Mom's weren't. The secret is that her batter is actually pretty loose and runny before it's chilled. Because it's less dense, the final product is lighter as well.