It's Good To Be King

Kitty McQueen

One of my favorite movies is The Great Escape. Or it was, until it started happening with regularity in our house. In record time, Smudge discovered the weak spot in our newest cat-gate, escaping from the kitchen on the third night just in time to remind us that it's 3 a.m. and time for breakfast. We've added two more latches to the "door". 'Nuff said.

On Friday I tested another new recipe. I chose one that was described as sort of an inside-out ravioli. The filling goes on top of the pasta rather than inside it, eliminating the step of making the actual raviolis. Starts with cubed butternut squash coated with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Roast. So far, what's not to love.

Saute shallots in olive oil.

Combine in a blender, add water, puree.

Pour into a pan, heat, add sour cream (or greek yogurt), nutmeg, Parmesan cheese, salt, pepper. We chose to put it over fettuccine.

The end result was a little disappointing. It was okay, but a little bland. I think this recipe may end up in the recycle bin.

Saturday cleared up nicely so time to work off last night's dinner.

Another day of riding in the brutal Portland winter

Phillips Rd., heading toward Rock Creek Tavern

Art ?

Back at my parking spot.
Would have been a good post-ride treat

We weren't planning to ride on Sunday because the weatherman said it was going to rain. But it looked dry to us and the online weather radar showed clear skies until at least 4pm. Chris road from the house. A few miles down Broadway, through the Pearl District, then up into the West Hills. I drove to meet him at the top. I thought I'd get there in time to get a picture of him riding up the steep grade on Thompson but he beat me to it.

Top of Thompson, at Skyline

Off we go