I don’t want to be off-putting about cooking. Some people may say I’m a food snob, which I can’t completely deny. However, I do have Maruchan chicken-flavor ramen noodles in my cupboard, for when the mood is right. I may doctor them up a bit, but they reside here nonetheless. Monday night’s dinner was lacking in both snobbery and excitement. It’s important for people to know that even a “foodie”** approaches dinner lightly in the context of a long day. When I tumbled into my apartment after a twelve-hour day at school, I combined my exhaustion and my leftovers into the following convoluted, yet satisfying meal:
o This is actually a fairly regular “appetizer” at my place. It stimulates the appetite, like the perfect appetizer should. I recommend Svedka for a clean, yet reasonably priced vodka.
– 2 large spoonfuls of last night’s curry, cold (the next post will address said curry).
– About ¾ of a cup of leftover rice pilaf, microwaved.
o To this, I added a drizzle of spicy oil from a jar of hot pickled peppers and vegetables (jardinière).
o Then a sprinkle of Lawry’s garlic salt.
o Finally, a moderate-sized handful of shredded mozzarella (leftover from last week’s baked pasta; otherwise I would have used parmesan, which I always have on hand).
Honestly, I loved every bite; the vodka didn’t hurt either. I don’t expect anyone to recreate this meal, myself included. However, do not underestimate the contents of your kitchen, or your instincts. Food doesn’t always have to be a vision of loveliness to go down easy.
**Regarding the term “foodie”: I dislike this term for reasons I find difficult to verbalize. However, I sort of epitomize the concept, so I use the term from time to time for lack of a better word .
Posted On September 15, 2009