along came you
dinner offers
thorough domestic
pleasures
I've spent the last few days being creative with the random ingredients in my fridge and my new food processor. Friday night's pasta was tossed with a pesto-inspired purée of broccoli, garlic, parsley and ricotta. Last night I finally took hausfrau's suggestion to make latkes but added grated parsnips to the potatoes and onions. They turned out more like hash browns than latkes and were quite delicious except for the second batch I burned slightly by frying in butter rather than vegetable oil. I'm not complaining.
Tonight I'm making some sort of purportedly Balkan casserole of cheese and bulgur and zucchini at parasitevenus's place because I need more excuses to cook and more mouths to feed. I'm fairly certain there are other things I should be doing but I'd much rather cook. Will someone please pay me to be their personal chef?
Edited to add: People, I said personal chef, not housewife! I don't do windows. As anyone has seen my apartment can attest.
thorough domestic
pleasures
I've spent the last few days being creative with the random ingredients in my fridge and my new food processor. Friday night's pasta was tossed with a pesto-inspired purée of broccoli, garlic, parsley and ricotta. Last night I finally took hausfrau's suggestion to make latkes but added grated parsnips to the potatoes and onions. They turned out more like hash browns than latkes and were quite delicious except for the second batch I burned slightly by frying in butter rather than vegetable oil. I'm not complaining.
Tonight I'm making some sort of purportedly Balkan casserole of cheese and bulgur and zucchini at parasitevenus's place because I need more excuses to cook and more mouths to feed. I'm fairly certain there are other things I should be doing but I'd much rather cook. Will someone please pay me to be their personal chef?
Edited to add: People, I said personal chef, not housewife! I don't do windows. As anyone has seen my apartment can attest.