I am going home tomorrow and had a bizarre assortment of left-over food I needed to get rid of. Sort of the opposite of Mother Hubbard Syndrome. So I just cooked a meal that contained:
- 1 tin of tomatoes
- 1 courgette, cut into chunks
- 1 carrot, cut into tiny pieces
- 1/2 yellow pepper, diced
- 1 tin of tuna
- assorted pasta shapes
- a lot of spinach
- a lot of cheese
- a dollop of pesto
A rather strange mix. The tuna and pesto weren't added to get rid of them, they were because I merely thought 'eh, what the heck!' and threw them in. This recipes are nothing on the par of my friend Rachel's (note: not Rachael), who has a blog here. However, I sort of made up for it in my dessert. It was some apples (1 bramley and some Braeburns I think) with mixed dried fruit, cinnamon, brown sugar and a bit of brandy heated in the microwave for 5 minutes. But it didn't quite make up for the amateur style of the first meal- at least I used up the food. Well, I still have loads of the meal left over but I can freeze that, with a warning 'Consume at your own peril', with a scull and cross-bones stuck on it.
I think I will just take this time to inform you that the picture (right) was a blimen' nuisance. It just doesn't want to go where I wanted it, and as soon as it was added about fourty line breaks were added where there should have only been one. The bulleted list above was a nightmare to rectify. So in other words, you better well appreciate it.
So, now I have to finish packing for tomorrow and tidying- which is a bit annoying as no-one else in the house thought it appropriate to even throw away food during the holidays. So, as usual I have to make sure this house doesn't go to rack and ruin. I owe some of them money, and I feel like saying that as they treat me like an in-house cleaner, I will start charging for my services.
Rant over. Goodbye.