Stew

D is making stew* for our lunch. It is not bland, ordinary stew either. No, this has a bit of kick, with peppers and a bit of cayenne, stew with a chili undercurrent. He tends to make more than we can eat in one day, which is fine, because I have learned to take the leftovers, make some biscuits, fry the strained out solids, make gravy from the liquids, throw together, for a different meal. I called it Fried, or as of today, Refried Stew. Wouldn't work if D didn't make it so well in the first place.

Always a challenge, cooking for two. Hard enough for one, but at least there is no argument over different tastes. D and I have never completely agreed on what tastes good, finding the overlap, and adjusting our palates, has taken a while. He still has no idea how I can eat a dinner of steamed green beans, and I still have no clue why anyone would voluntarily drink milk, but we accept these oddities. And there are always leftovers. We are not the kind to clean our plates if we are full. Wrap it up, put it in the fridge until it goes green, then throw it away. Doing better about not doing the second one, and therefore not the third.

Aware that food prices around the world are escalating, only having to cook for two seems more and more a blessing. We can live on less.



*Or would you call it soup? Discussion over at Separated by a Common Language.