Monday, July 7, 2014

Think I'll Lose My Mind If I Don't Find Something to Pacify

It's hard being 52 when you're really a 16 year old girl-boy in your head.  It's confusing and exhausting.  I still want to sit and listen to Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin on these days.  I have trouble getting into the mindset of obligation and responsibility even though I've structured my life so I have very little.  Going to work is a huge bore on days where I can't quite snap out of my adolescence, which is more often than I'd like to admit.  I envy women that seem to be real adults and aren't plagued with all this odd phenomena that seems to go down in my upper workings.  They raise children and join social websites and hold career type jobs.  They seem to have an understanding of the world they live in whereas I find it all a complete mystery.  Don't get me wrong, for me, this is not, but I do envy their abilities. But sometimes this vice motivates me to more creative dishes.  I'm cheap and hate to waste so at the end of the week I tend to pull leftover vegetables together that maybe wouldn't be my first choice.  I'm like a bottom feeder in my own fridge.  I'm calling these Chicken Sink Meatballs.  The Russians always call kitchens chickens by mistake at work, which is pretty darn cute and funny but I try not to laugh because that would be mean but inside it just breaks me up.  Similar to jokes about balls or small wankers.  Did I mention I was raised Catholic?  We're hard wired to find penis jokes hilarious.
I took ground chicken, grated cauliflower, carrot, onion, diced jalapeno, oatmeal, garlic, one egg, left over frozen corn and black beans, s&p mixed it together and formed balls.
Seasoned with an herb blend.

These were great over steamed vegetables and the oatmeal gave them a dumpling type of texture and the comfort food satisfaction.

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