creative eater I am
Yesterday I ate delicious food made by D. There were juicy chicken drum sticks smothered in a greencurry/wine/spices/pineapple chunks sauce over brown rice. I am salivating just thinking about it.
today...
and for the last few weeks I have been putting together fairly random ingredients to create cheap, quick and at least semi-nutritious meals.
Tonight I had something that turned out tasty, but in all honesty could have been a lot fresher.
I cut up a quarter of red cabbage and stirfried it in a little bit of olive with spices and Braggs. I added a little bit of canned beef that I had from another meal (the tin says "beef, stock, salt"), then put that aside. Made half a package of creamy chicken ramen, poured out all the water and just left the noodles, mixed them with some of the seasoning, then added my red cabbage. Then tore up one sheet of nori and added it into the mixture.
I am sure it does not sound nearly as good as it tasted.
I keep remembering how my mother cooked very rarely, it seemed, and when she did, it was always delicious and for a lack of a better word, "exotic." She would make fondue, and a French mushroom soup julien, pizza. One could not buy these things in the city of Moscow. I saw an artist in her when she did her magic in the kitchen . D's cooking reminds me of that feeling a little bit. The food she makes is always nutritious and filling and tastes excellent, but it is not food I'd think to make myself or even food that I have had before in that particular combination.
Still hungry...
today...
and for the last few weeks I have been putting together fairly random ingredients to create cheap, quick and at least semi-nutritious meals.
Tonight I had something that turned out tasty, but in all honesty could have been a lot fresher.
I cut up a quarter of red cabbage and stirfried it in a little bit of olive with spices and Braggs. I added a little bit of canned beef that I had from another meal (the tin says "beef, stock, salt"), then put that aside. Made half a package of creamy chicken ramen, poured out all the water and just left the noodles, mixed them with some of the seasoning, then added my red cabbage. Then tore up one sheet of nori and added it into the mixture.
I am sure it does not sound nearly as good as it tasted.
I keep remembering how my mother cooked very rarely, it seemed, and when she did, it was always delicious and for a lack of a better word, "exotic." She would make fondue, and a French mushroom soup julien, pizza. One could not buy these things in the city of Moscow. I saw an artist in her when she did her magic in the kitchen . D's cooking reminds me of that feeling a little bit. The food she makes is always nutritious and filling and tastes excellent, but it is not food I'd think to make myself or even food that I have had before in that particular combination.
Still hungry...