I started making a list a week ago of every entree that I can cook that Emma will eat. Essentially it started out as a "cheat sheet" for grocery shopping, because, as has possibly been written of in days of yore, I create a weekly menu before grocery shopping, then I use that menu to populate my grocery list. It's been extremely helpful honestly. We always have everything we need to cook whatever is on the menu, and when we do it right, I'm not trying to figure out what we're eating at the last minute.
So I mapped out this list, and there are maybe 25 entrees on it, which actually is better than I thought it would be, but, as I told Emma: "Unless you start eating other things, this list represents what I'm going to be cooking and eating at home...FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE." Which...no. Leslie and I used to try to cook something new every few weeks or so. We loved researching recipes, finding ones we liked, and trying them out. I have a friggin' recipe box stuffed with printouts, cards and copies of recipes we liked that I WILL NEVER EAT AGAIN...unless something changes. Because, one of the other shitty things about losing a spouse is...now when you cook, you're really cooking for one. And there's no way I'm cooking chicken piccata just for me (for example. See "Surprise" for the amusing (in my humble opinon) details on how to make chicken piccata my (Pioneer Woman) way). And that became one of our favorite recipes! I wish I could have included more parentheses in the sentence before that last one.
So...on the spot I told her "I'm going to start making you try something new every Tuesday." (And I picked Tuesday because she has dance on Wednesday and Thursday and I'll need time to cook it, and she just won't have time on that day). But then...I was like...I wish it rhymed. Like...Tuesday Tryday? It has alliteration but if there were only a day of the week that rhymed with try-day...
So yeah, anyway, Friday (also have time to cook on Friday) is now officially Tryday, and Emma has selected the next thing that she's never really tried/wanted/liked and it is...
Fish sandwich. Fish sandwiches are a Pittsburgh staple. Pittsburgh has one of the highest percentages of Catholics in the nation, and so during lent every year, people line up around the block every Friday to order a fish sandwich. Forget even trying to get into Red Lobster. Emma doesn't even eat them, leaving her with cheese pizza, or grilled cheese, or mac and cheese as her choices.
So...I'm soliciting your feedback. Do you have a favorite way of making a crispy fried fish sandwich (cod, by the way)? I loved the feedback and interaction I got on facebook from my request for tips on spaghetti sauce.
The end result should look something like this: