The dinner blogging is usually a task I leave to someone else (mostly because he does the cooking and I do the eating, it would be like posting someone else’s art) but today, I am the mistress of the kitchen. My own kitchen! And I never cook at home, never, ever, ever.
Here goes:
1. I wanted veggies of some sort because, living in the Market, I have the pick of the litter. Crop? So I picked up a yellow zucchini, an orange pepper and some mushrooms. Then I got half a pound of cheese. Don’t laugh at such a small amount. I am not much of a cheese eater and the more I get the more likely I am to forget about it and let it turn blue and furry.
2. These I chopped and sauteed in olive oil with salt, minced garlic and dry thyme and basil and chili flakes. Then I added a can of chopped tomatoes, a couple slugs of worcestershire sauce (I am English-half-after all) and a sprinkle of parsley. Then I let it simmer while I talked to Em on the phone.
3. I couldn’t decide on a starch, so I went with whole wheat couscous. Did you know it’s almost exactly the same as the regular one? I mean, it tastes the same, and maybe it’s better for me? Who knows.
4. Slapped it all together and grated cheese on top, with fresh ground black pepper. Everyone knows I like swearing, I mean, I enjoy myself swearing, so I swear, this is fucking good shit. Mmmmmmm.
No, I am not a food stylist. This may come as a surprise. I ate that whole bowl, and now I am going to eat a little more. Just a little. This from the girl who’s been complaining about her personal fatness lately. Well, if it wasn’t so dang good, I wouldn’t have to have seconds, would I?