OK, the earth remains solid under your feet. But, since cooking for myself, it wasn’t something thawed. When Mom started failing, I cooked for her every day. You need to do that to stay up on the game. These days the stove gets turned on mostly to make a grilled cheese. Pathetic!
I have never been a fan of cookbooks. People seem to love them on QVC. Why? I have no idea. The only cookbook I ever found worth a damn was the one Julia did with here original PBS serices. And, I was young. OK, if I am baking the cookbook is open — Mom’s Betty Crocker — with broken spine and with soiling from
hell many decades. My normal style is to look at what’s lying around and trying to figure out what won’t have folks shoving a finger down the gullet.
Yesterday, early morning, I went to the store. Opens at 6 A.M. and I was there well before 7. It is a popular spot. Lines etc. Had the place almost to myself. (Yes, I used every coupon on the front page; typically when the clerk asks, “Any coupons?” I am embarrassed.) Why hadn’t I figure this out sooner? Anyway, they had hamburger on sale. It was a buck-79. But it was 5# minimum and 73-27. That’s Fhat! No burgers or meatloaf with that crap. But, it was “a buy” that I didn’t pass up.
They also had mushrooms on sale. What is it with mushroom prices? The darn fungi live on horse shit. Horse shit must have rocketed in price. I guess that is true because Sparky got an ad. Anyway, what do I do with this newly won bounty?
I had some German-Polish-whatever noodles. You know the ones; these made the Kluski ones only for wimps. They are the stick to your ribs version of noodles. So, that was the basis for a big pot … damn big … of something remotely like a Stroganoff. Michelin won’t be sending me a star; but, it wasn’t half bad.
Half the meat; couple of onions; garlic; Madeira, hot sauce, couple of bay leaves and some Balsamic. OK, I threw in a can of cream of mushroom — shoot me. Also some hot sauce but got the pepper grinder going too. Added water and cooked for a bit with some Worcestershire thrown in. Salt to taste and it was ready for the “noodles/spatzle/whatever” to hit the broth.
Didn’t turn out half bad. Now, what do I do with a dutch oven that is close to overflowing? That is the rub in a one person household. I never learned to cook for one.