I stared into the pantry cupboard. I turned to gaze at the open door of the fridge. A sigh of puzzlement. Back to the pantry. To the fridge. Pantry. Fridge. Pantry. Fridge. Ceiling. Oh, that would be me rolling my eyes in aggravation at not knowing what to make.
This is how most days start for me actually, unless I had a vision the night before and plan to bring it to life. Not for want of ingredients—definitely not stocked with all the goodies of a gourmet pantry but decently expansive most of the time—but rather I always begin the creative process this way. Staring blankly at a white page, at a new day, at an untouched kitchen. The directions are infinite, thus rendering my decision-making all the harder.
So anyway, one day in particular I took a gander at the plethora of lentils that G bought recently and figured it might be wise to start using some of them—but how?? Ergh… more thinking… what to do with all this stuff?? This stuff… stuff… Stuff!
And thus Stuffed bell peppers with lentils galore were born! Yeah yeah, cheesy transition, but cheesy I am. Continue reading →
I recently stumbled entirely by chance on a writing competition—a short story challenge—held by a creative writing organization called NYC Midnight. A tiny spark of excitement flashed in my tired little brain but I let it runs its course because who am I kidding, right? I couldn’t possibly compete against practicing, aspiring, more well prepared and well-versed writers from across the globe (the competition is open to the world, to the universe even, I bet!). I wrote it off, pun intended, as a nice dream seriously what’s the point of trying? Continue reading →
It’s a combination that is hailed and heralded in almost every culture (that I am familiar with at least)—lemon, garlic, pepper. The Tang, the Flavor, the Bite. Sour, Savory, Spicy. Triple S. Ah, good times indeed.
Even far back in those decadent days of cooking all pasta all the time in college, just with varying kinds of chicken (yeah I wasn’t breaking any boundaries back then, let me tell ya), I do recall my friend Tehniat’s fixation with lemon pepper chicken. I was fairly decent at it back then, and I’ve improved on it now. Using thinly sliced breast meat is key for these kinds of dishes, where I want to have diced chicken floating in a whirlpool of marinated (wheat!) pasta. It’s been fun and easy to try different marinade ideas in the morning, and just cook it up rapidly at night. Gives me a sense of calmness to have figured out dinner plans early in the day, so I can just sit and write and write and write and exercise and clean and write or try to write and read and read and clean some more and read and… yeah those are my days lately. Writing, or searching for jobs actually. Can be stressful. So a simple dish like this will do a lot to help ones brain out. Continue reading →
Ah, the joy of a new morning. Waking up from bed, dragging your feet across the floor with eyes half shut, secretly thinking about the first delicious thing that is going to reside in your tummy. Sshh! It’s OK, we all do this… No? It’s just me then? Drat.
There was a time when I would always wonder how to make the simplest things grand. Why would I want to do that? I don’t know — it’s just understood that the simplest things are always the most pleasurable. Like rubbing noses with your loved one, sharing a good meal together, getting excited on a roller coaster even before it takes off. The list is endless.
But hey, I digress… let’s dive into welcoming today with some fantastically dressed boiled eggs. Picture this: sitting on your balcony at 7:30 AM, looking at the beautiful sky, with birds chirping around, your cat twisting herself around your legs in a sweet figure eight position, and around you dances the smell of fresh coffee and the aroma of roasted cumin and coarsely ground black pepper on perfectly cooked eggs. Eeeeyumm!