For some reason, eating my way through the fridge feels like a victory. There is a strange satisfaction to finishing off the leftovers, a moral superiority that goes beyond the triumph of not having to throw out wasted food. I think it's almost like clearing a level on a puzzle game--I could have gotten to the end of the week/puzzle just by cutting a direct route through the obvious meal choices. But no, I have persevered and combined the strange things into an oddly palatable meal, thus getting the 100% completion bonus!
Perhaps I expect to be awarded a pixelated crown or something.
Anyway, there's a certain degree of ridiculousness. (Not to managing to not waste food; that is in fact a good thing. This triumph, however, is more directly linked to being able to see to the back of the fridge and feeling successful at having made it more tidy and empty.) Because now there's basically nothing in there that can be combined into a real meal. (I challenge you to make an edible combination of barbeque sauce, maraschino cherries, powdered buttermilk, and the last bit of jicama.) Which means we have to go shopping again and fill the fridge back up. Which I suppose has its own satisfactions.
This message is brought to you by my lunch, which apparently is going to be chestnut puree, sauteed brussel sprouts, and wedges of the aforementioned jicama.
Perhaps I expect to be awarded a pixelated crown or something.
Anyway, there's a certain degree of ridiculousness. (Not to managing to not waste food; that is in fact a good thing. This triumph, however, is more directly linked to being able to see to the back of the fridge and feeling successful at having made it more tidy and empty.) Because now there's basically nothing in there that can be combined into a real meal. (I challenge you to make an edible combination of barbeque sauce, maraschino cherries, powdered buttermilk, and the last bit of jicama.) Which means we have to go shopping again and fill the fridge back up. Which I suppose has its own satisfactions.
This message is brought to you by my lunch, which apparently is going to be chestnut puree, sauteed brussel sprouts, and wedges of the aforementioned jicama.
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Date: 2010-11-05 02:08 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 02:20 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 02:30 pm (UTC)From:My fridge was referred to as Food Tetris this weekend, by the way. Definitely ridiculous. You're not alone.
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Date: 2010-11-05 02:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 02:36 pm (UTC)From:The buffalo chicken dip has been going on baked potatoes. I have to come up with something to do with that, some cauliflower, and some rutabaga tonight...
(I've been eating the dirt cake for breakfast)
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Date: 2010-11-05 02:43 pm (UTC)From:You can make a delightful combination of roast cauliflower and rutabaga, but I'm not sure how to make a buffalo chicken dip work with that. Now, if it was leftover salsa, then I could make useful suggestions.
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Date: 2010-11-05 02:45 pm (UTC)From:I think I might hold the vegetables to tomorrow, and make a roast chicken with balsamic, and do the veggies with that. It'd be delicious, and I could throw some of the parsnips and sweet potatoes in, too - they need using.
The buffalo chicken may be on its own. Although I do have some bread...hm, buffalo chicken cheese toasts?
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Date: 2010-11-05 03:06 pm (UTC)From:Also, pie does a very convincing imitation of breakfast.
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Date: 2010-11-05 03:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 03:35 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 04:11 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 04:06 pm (UTC)From:I went from being used to cooking for three + leftovers, which always got used, to cooking for two, with two people not so good at making use of leftovers.
Every few weeks, we clean out the fridge and I feel great shame.
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Date: 2010-11-05 04:37 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 04:50 pm (UTC)From:That was part of what skewed my gauge so hard. Seth (Hilary's bf) would make enormous quantities of food, and then eat that for the whole week.
I try to do that, and then three weeks later remember there's a tupperware with some white rice and browned beef in it. Gross.