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Colleen and I had our first night of cooking together. The first cooking take on - Stuffed Shells! This recipe is super easy and has a great hint of lemon which was a wonderful surprise. It made a somewhat heavy dish feel light and summery.
Don’t you love the sewing machine on the table?
I was fairly distracted all night, as the news of my ex-husband getting married had just surfaced that morning, but all and all I think it was a success of an evening. Looking forward to next week!
I’ve been staring at a blank notebook all afternoon, trying to focus on some work but all I could think about was what I could make out the few small things I had in my fridge. When, suddenly it all came together - cauliflower pesto!
Okay, so I didn’t just geniusly think this up completely. I was strolling through my google reader, when I saw this recipe for pea pesto (which I am totally doing next) and thought I have everything to make this recipe except for the peas. I wonder if I could substitute cauliflower…
Cauliflower, saute in olive oil
pine nuts, toasted
lemon balm, about 5 leaves
fresh grated parm, about a handful
One garlic clove, minced
fresh squeezed lemon juice
throw all the dry ingredients into a food processor, and blend to well mixed. Then slowly add the lemon juice and olive oil till you get the consistency that you want. I like it be a little heavy on the olive oil so it doesn’t clump up too much on the pasta.
I tossed my pasta in a little truffle oil (LOVE) before adding the pesto. Then topped with fresh grated parm, toasted pine nuts and fresh thyme.
There’s not a lot of color to this dish, so that’s why I garnished with a little green (thyme) but the flavor is robost, and you have a fairly lite, healthy dish for a Sunday night. And fast - I whipped this up in about 20 mins!
For next time: I bet using fresh spinach pasta would be a great add to this dish and give it the color it’s lacking as well.
While cooking I was listening to: Carolina Chocolate Drops
I’m excited kids! My other single friend, Colleen, and I are starting a new food endeavor this week. We’re both food loving gals, but single, live alone and on a budget. If you’re single (and even if you’re not) you know cooking for one is no fun. Recipes are always too much food and trying to modify so you don’t waste anything usually results in the recipe coming up wonky. So then you make the whole thing and end up eating leftovers for a week straight (BORING!) or you throw a whole chicken out and feel guilty for all the third world kids you could have just fed.
So, starting tomorrow, Nicole and Colleen take on the kitchen. We’ll be cooking a dinner together, then splitting the leftovers for later in the week. We’ll also be splitting the groceries and working with the things that we’ve got in our pantries.
All the wins going on:
- saving money by splitting grocery costs
- cooking one new recipe every week
- feeling better about not being wasteful
- spending weekly time with a friend
- AND of course, drinking wine on a Monday
This blog has been lacking, not because I haven’t been cooking, because I have, but it hasn’t been anything worth posting about (until tonight - stay tuned!). Now I have a weekly recipe to look forward to. I’ve already started bookmarking some tasty ones!
Get excited folks. Get excited.
As part of my budget plan, I’m resorting to using more things from my fridge and not wasting food. Tonight’s throw together is making me pretty happy:
Left over Tofu from curry I made a week ago (it hadn’t been cooked yet - still soaking in water)
Half a baked potato from my dinner two nights ago that I couldn’t finish.
Fresh lemonbalm & Parsely from my garden
All thrown together in a saute pan, with a little sesame oil and Trader Joe’s Soyaki Sauce.
I tell ya what - I was not looking forward to tonight’s dinner because I knew I had nothing in the fridge, but I’m jonesin’ pretty hard over this meal - it’s great!
Now, tomorrow will probably be another story.
…that today I made biscuits from scratch (the recipe my mom always used) with butter and honey for breakfast. And potato soup for dinner.
Today was a day for me. After working 70 hours last week and weekend I was in need of a mental health day.
I woke up at 8am and went for a jog followed by a long walk with Bel. Made some oatmeal, earl grey tea and checked my email. Then I set out to run some errands - take my favorite shoes to the cobbler to see if the can be fixed (they can’t), work on my garden up at the church, and the most significant of errands - take my wedding ring to the jeweler to be sold.
Yep. Today was the day. I took it in a few weeks ago, got an estimate and decided to shop it around a little more, knowing full well that I’d be back but I needed to believe for a minute that maybe there was better offer out there. Today I took it back and left it there. I wasn’t nervous, I didn’t have any doubts. I walked in and I turned it over to a man named Tom, who said “It might as well be here trying to make you some money if you’re not going to be wearing it,” and I agreed.
People have questioned my decision to sell the ring. My mom specifically said, “why don’t you have the diamond put into a setting that you like?” But why would I want to have a diamond hanging around my neck from a man who didn’t treat me with respect? That diamond was not meant to be mine. I believe that someday I’ll have another diamond. One that was meant to stay with me for the rest of my life. Selling that ring was the last thing I had in my possession that represented my past relationship. I felt amazing walking out of that jewelry shop.
I came home, listened to the Cards v. Cubs game (they killed it) on the radio and did some more work outside. When the groomer called for Bel to be picked up, I decided to walk to get her a couple miles through the park. On the way back I stopped for a frozen lemonade at Gustine’s Market, and I walked through the park while slurping it up just like when I was a kid - smashing and squeezing it inside the triangle paper sleeve, the paper getting all soggy. It’s the only way to eat a frozen lemonade in my opinion.
A small hiccup as I returned home showed that I had dropped my wallet and house keys somewhere along the 4 mile round trip route. Frantically retracing my steps, Beth recovered them at Gustine’s market. All was well with my day for me, once again.
And the day ended with this beautiful dinner and a Schlafly pale ale. And I feel wound free.