Cooking For One
Without Patrick around, my cooking regimen has devolved into stuffing random things into a Magic Bullet and hoping a fully formed meal comes out. I’ve been drinking a lot of smoothies, concocted from a hodgepodge of frozen fruit leftover from months ago. Since I haven’t been to the market in nearly a week, I’ve been subsisting off of fridge remainders and other people’s groceries. (Alex, for example, donated two bananas today.)
As for non-liquid meals, my “lunch” on Monday consisted of sundried tomatoes dipped in hummus. Dinner that night at Burtons Grill (review pending) was partially comped, and therefore, affordable. I’ve also lurked in dining halls quite a bit. Last night, Christine came over for dinner, which is the only reason I managed to panfry tilapia. I wish Hamlet could eat human food. The prospect of washing an entire load of dishes to create one meal is just not appealing to me.
