It turns out I am a grown-up, after all. I spent last weekend choosing a new washer and dryer. When it arrived yesterday, Mike and I were so excited that we sat in front of it and watched the water level rise through the window, as if it was a TV. Today I took the dog to the vet and drove home in the rain and rush hour, listening to the CBC news. Then I made a practical dinner; something I actually planned ahead this time. By the time I got home
One day not so long ago while I was attempting to do inventory in my freezer, I pulled out a small chunk of lamb, thinking I’d do something with it. I didn’t, so cubed it, tossed it with some spices in a plastic bag, sealed the bag and tossed it back in the freezer with ROGAN JOSH written on the outside. (I think I am finally beginning to learn that what goes in isn’t necessarily identifiable by sight when it comes out.) I planned to make a recipe for lamb R.J. that I found in an old copy of Cooking Light I bought at a garage sale for 25 cents. (Cooking Light recipes are fantastic.)
And I am now addicted to roasted chick peas and chard; awhile ago I roasted the chick peas in oil and garlic, salted them and ate them in front of a movie. Far better for you than chips or popcorn, but still fairly calorie-dense, unfortunately. It went swimmingly with the lamb.