The After Party-Lazys

Scott and I went out to a Halloween party in our neighborhood the night before. We stayed out late and got up "early" so today resulted in our first lazy day in probably 3 years.

I made a pate fermente the night before and took it out when I got up to "take the chill" off.

This is my, "I have to do dishes face."

Leftovers for lunchfast on my end, cause, "I didn't want to make no stinking crepes," or something like that.

I spent the day in PJs complaining about my stomach and enjoying a Packers win.

Scott watches one Packer game a year and today was that day.

I had oatmeal for breakfast, but was still hungry an hour later so I made myself an egg.

We were randomly starving, so I fried some fresh tortilla chips and made a batch of guacamole.

Best husband ever!

Guacamole and Fresh Chips

2-3 Avocados

1 Hot Pepper minced

A bit of Minced Onion and Tomato

1 Garlic Clove minced

A dash of Cumin

Salt and Pepper

Combine all this stuff and puree with a potato masher.

Fresh Local Tortiallas like La Perla

A Deep Fryer

Salt, And Plenty of It

Fry at 375 degrees making sure to stir with tongs for fist minute or so. Let chips cook for five or so minutes. Shake fryer basket intermittently. Remove from fryer and either dump in bowl with newspaper or paper towling or let drain over drying rack on top of jellyroll pan. Salt. Continue process until all chips are done, making sure not to overcrowd.

We scarfed them down as fast as we made them.

Even though we were being lazy today I still had to do something and made Pain de Campagne. This is supposedly the dough that used in most French breads.

I did a horrible job at trying to make epi baguettes.

It was pick on Peanut Sunday, so I picked on peanut.

We were hungry and lazy. We heated up some frozen veggie bulgur chili from Mark Bittman's Food Matters cookbook.

Our night ended by watching The Artist. I actually hadn't heard of it until it won a bunch of awards. I kept forgetting it wasn't an actual old movie every time a familiar actor showed up in a scene. I've always enjoyed watching silent films late at night on AMC back when I had cable.

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