There are two basic types of cooks. One plans meals, checks recipes and buys the food needed. My sister-in-law is like that. We are very close but, oh, so different. She can go to a half a dozen stores just to get the exact cheese needed for a recipe.
I'm the opposite. I never really know what I'll be cooking until I see what there is in the fridge, freezer and pantry.
My meals don't have fancy themes. I can make a variety of different sorts of dishes for the same meal. The closest thing to a theme would be "healthy," "balanced" and simple.
I'll give for an example my latest "invention" aka experiment.
Someone gave us a jar of olives. We don't eat olives. It's not that we don't like them, but... I also had some basmati brown rice, which had been cooked up for the pre-Yom Kippur fast meal. I made a shidduch, match, decided to cook them together.
First I sauteed onion, pepper, some olives (and the brine/liquid) and olive oil. When I could smell it cooking, I added the cooked rice, cooked covered and stirred on a low flame. (You may need to add a bit of water.) When I could smell the rice cooking and the flavors blending, I turned it off.
It was a success. Everybody liked it.
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Saturday, September 29, 2012
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