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Mar. 20th, 2010 08:02 pmTonight is a Mystery Dinner night. Most nights this week will be Mystery Dinners.
A Mystery Dinner is when I take a container from my freezer, unfreeze it, look at it dubiously, match it with rice/pasta/couscous and hope I'm not doing something very stupid. Tonight's Mystery Dinner looks as if it's the last of the Osso Bucco/Bean casserole (sans tomato) cross. Last night's was one of the "How many soy ingredients and strange noodles can I fit into a dish mainly intended to use up the last of the tough meat and a really huge Chinese cabbage" dishes.
Each meal this week has a history. None of them are dull. There comes a time, however, when I get tired of this, and that time is upon me. I'll be glad to see my freezer empty again and ready for my new meat delivery and for Passover. I'm cleverly timing them together, for once. Meat on Sunday and Passover Monday night. This is why I'm eating so many Mystery Dinners.
In fact, I'm nearly there. I've only got five of these meals lurking in my freezer. Five meat and two vegetarian, if I'm going to be pedantic. The top shelf of the freezer is almost completely empty and the bottom shelf has vast gaping holes.
If even a third of the really wonderful inventions made it to the tail end of the year and the dregs of the freezer then I doubt I'd be shaking my fist in the air. None of these dishes are inedible. They're all just a little exotic. In three meals time, I suspect I shall be shaking my fist at the universe and crying "I shall never invent a recipe again!" I do this every year, after all. I'm woefully predictable.
Five more meals and I'm free!
A Mystery Dinner is when I take a container from my freezer, unfreeze it, look at it dubiously, match it with rice/pasta/couscous and hope I'm not doing something very stupid. Tonight's Mystery Dinner looks as if it's the last of the Osso Bucco/Bean casserole (sans tomato) cross. Last night's was one of the "How many soy ingredients and strange noodles can I fit into a dish mainly intended to use up the last of the tough meat and a really huge Chinese cabbage" dishes.
Each meal this week has a history. None of them are dull. There comes a time, however, when I get tired of this, and that time is upon me. I'll be glad to see my freezer empty again and ready for my new meat delivery and for Passover. I'm cleverly timing them together, for once. Meat on Sunday and Passover Monday night. This is why I'm eating so many Mystery Dinners.
In fact, I'm nearly there. I've only got five of these meals lurking in my freezer. Five meat and two vegetarian, if I'm going to be pedantic. The top shelf of the freezer is almost completely empty and the bottom shelf has vast gaping holes.
If even a third of the really wonderful inventions made it to the tail end of the year and the dregs of the freezer then I doubt I'd be shaking my fist in the air. None of these dishes are inedible. They're all just a little exotic. In three meals time, I suspect I shall be shaking my fist at the universe and crying "I shall never invent a recipe again!" I do this every year, after all. I'm woefully predictable.
Five more meals and I'm free!