Adapted @RoniNoone’s Whole Grain Banana Pancake recipe to use up some leftover canned pumpkin and added chocolate chips at my son’s request.

Pumpkin Pancakes

Even with a few substitutions that turned Chicken Parmesan Balls into Turkey Pizza Balls, this was AMAZEBALLS. @altonbrown #everydaycook

Turkey Pizza Balls

My son saw me making meatballs and asked — nay, *informed* me he would help. Dinner was late, but worth it. Thx, @altonbrown! #everydaycook

Cooking with Connor

The Displaced Chef: Authentic Cuban Sandwich

Cuban from The Displaced Chef

Just like in Ybor City, proclaims the menu. Alas, during the years I lived in the Tampa area as a kid, I only visited Ybor City once, on a field trip, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t have a Cuban for lunch.

My Cuban from The Displaced Chef was delicious, but not as filling as I’d expected, and maybe not delicious enough to justify the wait. Seriously, I wonder what everyone else was ordering, because people who had been two or three spots behind me in line got their food before I did.

I wish the food truck had some more of the Cuban dishes served at the sit-down restaurant in Perrysburg. I’d gladly wait a few extra minutes for an order of piccadillo or ropa vieja.

If I hit up The Displaced Chef again, maybe I’ll order one of the platos. Or just get an order of fried plantains. Om nom nom.

Dinner and Dessert

I made new-to-me recipes twice in one evening! First, I made Ginger-Sesame Oats with Mushrooms and Charred Green Onions for dinner. My five-year-old son, of course, hated it.

Ginger Sesame Oats

After he went to bed, I made Cinnamon Roll Muffins. (He already knows he’ll get a muffin for breakfast tomorrow.)

Cinnamon Roll Muffins

I was pretty pleased with both endeavors, and baking after my son went to bed kept me from snacking, so that’s a win, too.

I’m well on my way to cooking/baking 50 new-to-me Recipes in 2017!

Casserole Remorse

Two casseroles

The prep time on this casserole recipe from Cooking Light may not have taken into account my lack of a lackey to be my Sous chef. That 50 minutes ended up being closer to an hour and a half — plus, I got interrupted once by my son. That was my entire stretch of “me time” that I get after my son goes to bed, and I’m not entirely sure it was worth the effort.

I may appreciate this as Time Well Spent come tomorrow, when I stick one of these in the oven for 25 minutes and poof! dinner is ready. Or in another couple of weeks, when I make the casserole I’m about to freeze.

Honestly, though, unless this is The Best Damn Casserole I’ve Ever Had, I’m unlikely to go to the trouble again.