spam for dinner

I really may be serving Spam for dinner tonight. In my mad rush to get out of town yesterday I forgot (1) the FOUR QUARTS of strawberries I'd bought to make shortcake, (2) the shallot and balsamic vinegar to make dressing for the roasted beet salad, and (3) the special Italian tuna for the pasta. (My frantic day yesterday included non-food-related catastrophes, as well, such as nearly overdosing the dog on morphine -- let's just say he had a really, really, really mellow afternoon.)

Now I'm hiding in the little internet hut, searching for recipes I can make with the limited ingredients I have on hand, namely penne, beets, capers, and canine morphine.

gruel in the adirondacks

The yachtsman and I are off for what I would like to call a much-deserved long weekend, but I'm not sure what I've done to deserve this mini-vacation. I don't know how much I'll be posting there, but I did just barely find out we're supposed to cook dinner for 11 people tomorrow night, so there will most likely be photos of that catastrophe event. I'm thinking of serving a nice cut of Spam with a side of Funyuns. If people complain about the food, I'll try to distract them with the view.