I think I’ve been using cauliflower as a potato substitute for almost a decade now. And I have mashed everything. One day I tried: rutabaga, parsnips, turnips and celery root. I’ve also mashed sweet potatoes several times, but even though I like color, the bright orange is not appealing to me as side. And the rutabagas and such were tasty, but the cauliflower is hands-down the best.
One year for Thanksgiving I made them, and my uncles ate them, thinking they were potatoes. They loved them and requested them for the next year.
I usually like to whip them up with either butter or cream cheese or sour cream. They give them a lovely texture.
But I saw a mash with Gouda and I had to give it a try. I love some Gouda and it was so easy. AND it was a perfect side dish for yesterday’s Crispy Honey Garlic Chicken.
I’ll have more to come with cauliflower mash Thursday, as well. I used them in a loaded casserole. It was so good, my husband went for thirds. And between him, me, and my sister-in-law, Mary, we crushed the whole thing.
Smoked Gouda Mashed Cauliflower
- 1 head cauliflower
- 3 sliced sliced Gouda cheese
- salt and pepper to taste
- 1 tbsp butter or ghee
- Garnish: crumbled bacon
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I am on a role posting things we actually eat lately! Don’t worry, though, I am hoping to post a baked good soon!
This I whipped up on Saturday for lunch. I have to say I really enjoy taking care of my husband. If he’s had a busy day, I like to prepare on our meals. Plus he is a chef and is constantly cooking for other people, I like him to come home to a nice meal and stay out of the kitchen.
And Saturday he was being awesome (like usual). He had woken up early to meet someone to change our car breaks. Then he had went out to do some street ministry. He is so bold and so fully of love.
I wanted to have a nice meal for him when he came home.
And the truth is, we enjoy taking care of each other. If I had a long day of work, you better believe the roles would be reversed and he would make me a delicious meal or do the house work. We’re a team. We look out for each other.
These were easy to make and very flavorful. And very filling.
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You don’t always get everything right the first time. Lesson in point, these salmon cakes. We had some salmon chilling in the freezer. “How about some salmon cakes,” requests my awesome husband. Of course I confidently reply Of Course I Can. Maybe I was overconfident…….
Regardless the first attempt ended up not holding together and I kind of just tossed it in the skillet. Attempt number two?
I nailed it. This made 5 too (too many for my husband and I), so I refrigerated some for the next day, and they cooked up even better than the first batch. Looking at this picture, however, I am on a roll with failed attempts, because the side on the left were supposed to be rutabaga tator tots. They ended up being rutabaga hash browns. And this was my second attempt. My first attempt was with sweet potatoes and they were too big and too soggy.
This meal with the salmon cake, rutabaga hash browns, and broccoli (with one piece of bacon chopped in) was so well balance, filling, and absolutely delicious.
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Just looking at this first picture brings to mind a rush of gratitude. Gratitude for this rad family I’ve been raised with. Gratitude for my outdoor lust, the insatiable craving I have to be outside in the fresh air, surrounded by blue skies and towering green trees. All is right in my world when I am in the woods. Gratitude for my constant striving to capture the world and its beauty. My grandpa is a phenomenal photographer, who took these photos. Gratitude for potential. The potential that calm waters brings. The potential a crisp autumn morning in a tree stand brings. The potential adventure waiting to unravel and unfold, creating a dynamic/mindblowing story. The potential of the bond. Hunting and fishing with my dad, brother, grandpa, great-uncles, cousins, nephews, and my dad’s childhood friends is something that connects us. It brings us together. A unique experience, bonding us together. I go back to my interview with dad about fishing. How he reflected on the stages of fishing. First you fish with your dad. Then you fish with your friends. Then you go back to fishing with your dad. Thus is the circle of life. Continue reading “Fishing Adventures with the Fam”