Thursday, December 5, 2019

Get Out of My Life, And Let Me Sleep At Night

My husband doesn't eat leftovers for reasons I can't comprehend.  This is one of those things that I can never accept and be at peace with.  You think you are connected with someone, understand what's important, you know they know the definition and value of good food.  Yet, there is leftover roasted chicken and sliced pork loin, with Polenta and mushrooms in the refrigerator and he doesn't touch it.  He was here, he was hungry.  Surely he looked in the refrigerator at some point.  Well just like the gratuitous waiting time for eating that last slice of pizza, I gave a day grace period and then I took all the meat to work for a fabulous late night dinner.   I had to eat it.  I couldn't think of much else just knowing it was in there waiting to be eaten.
Mona the cat is my people.  She knows how to relax and enjoy the sunshine.  She really lives in the moment.  Well, she loves to sleep, be warm and seems to be at peace.  

Monday, November 11, 2019

I Am the Walrus

A day in the life of a foodie.  The scene:  Gorgeous young woman takes lunch break from her exciting well-paying job.  That afternoon in the executive cafeteria a seed was planted by a healthy bowl of black lentil soup with croutons.  It was smoky and satisfying but reminder her a bit of another great dish.  The little seed grew into the idea of chili for dinner.  These urges should not to be ignored.  You don't go messing around with cravings.  They're like monsters that only get stronger the longer you make them wait.
By the time she got to her lavish high-rise apartment it was getting too late to begin a pot so she had to act fast.  A helper came in the form of a can of Wolf Brand no bean chili.  You can understand the seriousness of the situation.  There was no other choice then to bring pantry staples into this.  She immediately got everything to a boil after quickly adding a can of pinto beans and spices.  While heating, she chopped some onions, pickled jalapenos and then grated a soft pile of cheddar for garnish.  I know this amazing woman's story.  It's one I've lived hundreds of times.  You see or get an idea for a specific type of food in your head and then you must make it happen.  You are a foodie.

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Where Was Ya At?

Cauliflower Steak Primavera
I roasted up a giant head of cabbage cut into steaks, well two at least and the rest just crumbled into pieces.  But then I topped the steak with marinara sauce, mushrooms, peppers, onions, zucchini, chicken, oregano and lot of Parmesan and a bit of Mozzarella.  Then a dollop of pesto on the top to finish.
This was so pretty.  You have to be creative if you want to keep your food interesting on a budget. I believe P liked it. God forbid you get the deafening silence that accompanies regular conversation these days.  Do you know what I'm talking about?  You're speaking to your mate, conversation is back and forth maybe from across the room or I'll be in the kitchen and all of the sudden the air goes completely silent.  All communication stops abruptly.  I used to waste time rushing in and checking to see if everything was okay but I've come to learn that what takes my husband's attention is simply something more interesting has come across his phone or laptop that shifts him from me to it.  And when it happens, it's as if he stops breathing until he's captured the data from his devise.  Usually by the time he finishes, he forgets we were even speaking at all.  I'm not exactly sure how this even changes the air in a room but it does.  It's a nasty little indiscretion I'll tell ya.  I'm sure we all do it, it's just that when it's done to you it sucks.