Can you imagine folding the laundry, putting away your husband's socks and finding a whole bunch of girlie magazines in his drawer? Yes? Well how about finding a whole bunch of Newt Gingrich paraphernalia? Horror! That is exactly what happened to Steffi in Jacksonville, Florida this week. Here you go, Steffi. I wish you luck.
Gingrich Spinach
You will need:
3 pounds spinach
1 cloves garlic
1/4 cup flour
1 cup cream
1 1/4 cups milk
One small onion, diced
1/4 cup butter
1/8 tsp grated nutmeg
handful breadcrumbs
gruyere
Steam or boil the spinach until just cooked (or unfrozen as the case may be), then drain and squeeze all the water out, like you'd like to squeeze the brains of your husband if he thinks he's going to have some sort of new fangled "open" relationship. Give. Me. A. Break. Heat the milk and cream in a saucepan while you saute the onion and garlic in the butter. Whisk in flour and cook for a few minutes to create a roux. Add the warmed milk in a thin stream, like the thin stream of consciousness that must exsist somewhere in the head of the man you married. Whisk constantly so that you don't get any lumps, you've already got one of those, no need to add more. Stir in spinach, nutmeg, salt, and pepper. Top with breadcrumbs and enough grated gruyere to make you feel better, and bake at 350 until golden brown and bubbly. Go to www.newt.org and make sure your husband's name is first on the list to visit the moon base in 2019.
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