Monday, June 7, 2010
Well, then colour me purple and beat me with a flip-flop, because darn it, I like when I cook and eat alone. Not only do I have to worry about the intricate (and often impossible) lacework that must take place to mesh my dietary issues with my family's palates, but I'm free to experiment with all sorts of flavours and ingredients - way beyond what's considered "dinner" around here. Lentils and the same jarred pasta sauce bought from the same Italian deli 3 nights a week is not uncommon, though the lentils were originally a tough sell to the carnivores in the stepfamily. Nope, for me it can be curry chickpeas and rice, Asian stir-fry and noodles the next, broiled spicy tofu in a lavosh wrap or a good ol' lobster roll that graces my plate throughout the week, whatever suits my fancy provided I have the ingredients on hand.