Tuesday, 30 March 2010
One's not so fun
Paul had to go overseas at short notice, leaving me as a single parent to Urchin. And what we have learned from this is that we don't like cooking for one. Urchin doesn't see why I can't just eat biscuits off the floor the way she does. She thinks that when I get home from work I shouldn't waste time cooking, I should be spending all my time amusing and entertaining a cat who has been by herself all day. And frankly I think that without my chief taster, I'd rather just have gin and icecream for dinner.
Fortunately, I have some sort of spirit of preservation (other than the gin) that has kept me eating some moderately healthy meals for the last couple of weeks. I've found the hardest thing to be vegetables - trying to keep a reasonable variety without them all going off or ending up with pointless wrinkled half-peppers or shopping every day is quite a challenge.
One thing that worked quite well was preparing a big pile of vegetables and then treating them in different ways. I had a cabbage, an onion, a few carrots and an apple. And a parsnip, which I had thought was a carrot but it was just really muddy. I cut it all up as if I were making a chunky coleslaw, then tossed it with the juice of a lemon and a splash of vegetable oil to slow oxidation and packed it into a lunchbox in the fridge. It lasted three meals - braised with white wine and juniper alongside some faggots; stirfried with peanut sauce and tofu; sauteed with butter and garlic with a steak.
I've also been doing some one-pot stuff: spaghetti carbonara, eggs baked with chorizo, that sort of thing. And there has also been gin and icecream.