This week’s Friday Lame Post has neither random observations nor half-baked philosophy. It is a mere cooking story, and I didn’t even do the cooking. To make it even more lame, I wrote and typed it in Thursday and saved the draft, because I was afraid I’d be too tired to get something together on Friday. So here goes:
Wednesday night we had no rehearsal and no performance (did I mention we’re in Harvey at Ilion Little Theatre? I think so), so we thought it would be nice to cook a real dinner. I had an eggplant I wanted to roast, but early on at work I decided I wanted to run and let Steven cook.
I called him on a break (it was his day off) and told him to take something out of the freezer. He looked in the freezer as we spoke (love having a cordless phone) (I know, why doesn’t he have a cell? we are SO 20th century). Could I think of anything to do with sausage?
“Well, we could fry it up in a pan and add some tomato sauce and spices, then cook some macaroni.”
He further discovered some pizza sauce in the freezer that had come with the last pizza crust we had bought, so our plan was set.
Steven started cooking as soon as I got back from running. At my suggestion, he added a can of mushrooms. At his own inspiration, he added garlic powder, oregano and minced onion.
I was upstairs on the computer, emailing an important question to someone who would know. Steven came up to report that there was not a whole lot of sauce amidst all the stuff in it. Should he add more? I said no, my goal being to minimize leftovers. He showed me the amount of pasta wheels left in the canister, but I thought it not enough. He said he’d open a box of the twisty kind.
It was starting to smell quite yummy by the time I came downstairs. We enjoyed our dinner very much. Perhaps it could have used a little more sauce, but that’s a mere quibble. Perhaps this is not as exciting a post as when I cook something myself. Of course, hands on is always nice. Well, what can I do? I wanted to run. I’m in a play. I’ll try to cook something for your next week.
Mohawk Valley Girl 