Great Aspirations and a cooking failure

I decided tonight I want to be Ruth Bader Ginsburg when I grow up. There was a special on PBS tonight about her and how outrageous she is, outrageous in a good way. She stands for all the things I value, and she’s not afraid to speak her mind, often quite acerbically. But she’s totally human. Remember the time she nodded off in her chair on some state occasion—was it possibly Trump’s State of the Union? What delicious irony. And I glimpsed pictures of her tonight (I never am glued to a TV program) hugging her husband. Yep, she’s my role model.

Meantime a surprising response to my blog about the walker and how people stereotype those of us with obvious handicaps. Maybe I should wear a sign that say, “We’re all handicapped in one way or another. Mine just shows.” But the apparent discrimination makes me all the more determined to be outrageous. Hard to do on a walker, but I think I can manage it.

Lovely rainy day. Okay, a trip to the grocery in the rain was not a lot of fun, but staying home was. I worked most of the day on my cookbook, which probably put me in the mood for experimenting for supper. I had saved a recipe for French Onion Casserole that involved all the lengthy and complicated steps of making French onion soup, except you ended up with a sauce instead of soup. And you layered baguettes with this sauce and topped with Parmesan and baked.

I thought I’d be smart—a tiny kitchen hint since making that soup would strain my resources and space—and make a sauce with prepared onion soup. Well, it sort of worked—delicious flavor but the sauce was too runny. It wasn’t soup, but it was soupy. Not sure if I can revise enough for the cookbook or not, but I ended up with a whole ton of leftover onion soup. I know, I know—I eschew prepared foods, but this was one time it just made more sense. I did have a wonderful salad of lettuce fresh from my garden.

Maybe another experiment tomorrow. Pasta with anchovies and breadcrumbs? Have a happy weekend, everyone.