Pennsylvania Cabbage a.k.a. Meth. We are on it

So after about 2 weeks of working til 8PM, many art events for the spouse and other minor tragedies and paying 1% of Dempsey's income for the month of November, I am back to cooking.

Things I learned being lazy and relying on others to feed me.

1.  Do not expect more than sandwiches if Brandy is in charge of cooking (and not going our)
2.  Arriving home at 9PM or later I need to find an alternative to eggs
3.  Aiden set fire to the Insta-Pot.  I am sworn not to share pictures on threat of what I have left of my dignity

So now I get to make my recipe.  Pennsylvania Cabbage.  Did not research the history of the but after a month and a half of Oktobrefest at Dempsey's I figured it would be something similar to the side dish Brandy affectionately calls Roadkill. (Rotkhol)

As I am making this, I am made aware of our genius Governors new campaign.  I cannot help to relate as I decode this 1930's recipe.  I wish I was kidding


I mean this is the 2nd savory recipe cooking with apples.  But this is easier to cook around than the noodle concoction.  I mean red cabbage, apples, caraway... It is screaming bangers and mash.

Hmmmmm.  It has been 2 weeks since I bought ingredients.  Who was I kidding we would still have everything.  I mean 2 weeks of scrambling for food, why would I still have bacon or potatoes available?  Time to improvise.

OK during the 2 weeks, my daughter had some kind of illness come over her and she...

... it is difficult for me to type this, embarrassment and all...

... she

... she

... she cleaned out the freezer.

I wont get into the expiration dates we found (2012) or the mysterious zippie bag filled with the neon pink semisolid with no date or description.  But 80% went straight to the dumpster, and I feel sorry for the dump coons with whatever rare illness they have since discovered.  Well in there was a pack of bacon.  No expiration date found. 

It has got to still be good.  I mean this family would never lose a pack of bacon.  Would we?  It smells smoked and looks cured?  What can possibly go wrong?  I only need 2 TBSP of bacon drippin's (no g in the recipe),  nothing can live in hot drippin's correct.  Of course I made myself a bacon sandwich with the bacon (still alive so far, and no special prayers towards the porcelain).   I found eeverything else for tonight's experience so I ended up with something like this.  Pennsylvania (Quaker, Amish, Steelworker, Philly????  Mike????)

 

I'd really like to say this was the worst part of the meal.  I really would really, really really, really, like to say that.

But confession is good for the soul, or at least that is what most of the guilt mongering religions tell me.  So it is time to free myself of sin.

In my 2 weeks of my not cooking, my potatoes were consumed somewhere.  So instead of running to the store I used the remaining cup and a half of the nastiest potato buds I ever had the misfortune to purchase.  I knew the history, and am unsure why I hadn't discarded earlier, but I was certain I can improve by making them garlic spuds.  Why I thought that adding garlic, would change the texture of wet sawdust, I blame the meth Gov. Noem says we are all on.

I did not work

at all

I apologize

If only that was the worst.

As I was looking for the bangers part of my recipe.  I suddenly have a flash back of one of my weeker moments of grocery shopping.  (Remember we are all on Meth in SD)

I had $5 in cash.  Needed to by preservative laded, smoke ridden pork by  products.  There was a sale.  I purchased based on price.  May the lords forgive me.

SO,,,,,,,,  I have here a decent red cabbage product, something worthy of making again.  Paired with grainy white paste and extra large fun dog pieces




I am ashamed.  There is no excuse.  Except