Cooking for one
November 26th, 2004 at 12:42pm |
I’ve been cooking for just me for quite a while now, but I don’t cook often, and usually just end up eating what I make for days and days.
I just finished making my belated Thanksgiving dinner (and without a real turkey, that can take less than an hour, thank you very much) and even though I deliberately scaled down every thing I made, I still have too much food.
I don’t have any gladware dishes or tupperware, so I’m not going to be able to bring any to work. I guess I can go do that today or tomorrow, so I can continue to eat Thanksgiving breakfast, lunch and dinner. I might even make a leftover casserole. Life is good, but I hope I can eat all of this before it goes bad.
Anyone want to come over for leftovers?
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I’ll be over tomorrow. Be sure to save me a plate.
Actually, you seem to be cooking a lot more often these days. As someone who only believed in others cooking for you (esp. if that someone was making mac and cheese), how is that working out for you?
Well, I’m not dead yet, so my cooking isn’t bad enough to kill.
Smartass.
Do you miss eating out? Are you enjoying cooking at all?
I’m enjoying cooking somewhat. But as we all know, my cooking skills are limited only to what I want to eat, and what is easy to make. So that limits the choices. So I might make the same thing over and over.
And, as it turns out, I’ve got just enough leftovers to not be sick of them, so I’m likely to finish them today. Maybe making meals for yourself just involves eating them for days.
I’m making curry tonight. You’re welcome to visit
Mmmm, your curry. I love your curry….
I made some kick-ass curry the other day, using tofu. I fried the tofu first (and will have to watch it more carefully to make sure it doesn’t stick the pan, much in the way that eggs can), and then made my usual curry concoction.
The curry paste I used was way too hot, so I think I should go out and search for some more. That, and I forgot to buy potatoes. But now I have some.
But for now, I have one more plate of leftovers to finish, to clean up the Thanksgiving food. Yum.
When I first moved to college, I quickly realized how reliant I was upon my mother’s cooking. I lived on plain white rice and Campbell’s chicken noodle soup for weeks. Then I discovered Ramen noodles. Now, I can’t even look at a Ramen noodle, I ate so many. The thought of eating Ramen noodles literally makes my stomach churn.
Tombstone pizza does the same thing for me. After my mother died, my dad, brother and I just ate pizza a lot. Now I can’t look at a Tombstone pizza.
Ramen noodles — I went off them long before that. Macaroni and cheese in a box — double gross. Never liked spaghetti much, either.
Now canned ravioli — that’s my single, living alone food. Except I don’t eat that any more either. It’s got way too much cholesterol and fat, and even the cheese ravioli, they put meat in with the sauce.
Good God, Tombstone pizza and ramen noodles. Just add scrambled eggs and box mac and cheese and you’ll have a feast fit for, well, no one.