I do still make food.
Saturday breakfast: fried cubed potatoes, wilted spinach with garlic, two fried eggs, cherry tomatoes
A big storm knocked out the power last night so we made fried rice and egg rolls by the light of candles and cell phones.
Taking pictures was fun because I literally had no idea what I was getting in the frame until after the pictures were taken. Thanks, flash!
Technically this is food my husband made. All I did was sprinkle the powdered sugar on top. But look how well I sprinkled it!
Asparagus waiting to be roasted (and topped with fried eggs).
No after shots because I had to eat it all immediately. You know how it is.
I haven’t updated in a while so here is some cold soba salad with julienned cucumbers and carrots. The sauce consists of soy sauce, sesame oil, chili oil, mirin, water, garlic, ginger, scallions, and cilantro. I think I usually put vinegar in it too but I forgot this time. Also, there are sesame seeds.
The millions of ingredients include deep-fried tofu, onions, garlic, celery, red bell pepper, mushrooms, curry paste, coconut milk, brown sugar, soy sauce, sesame oil, spinach, peas, pineapple, and rice.
This is the only food I want to eat anymore.
Breakfast this morning was pan-fried potatoes, wilted spinach, mushrooms, and a fried egg.
Food my husband made!
Sometimes, when I am asleep, he bakes cinnamon rolls. I wake up to them in the morning and it’s like waking up in an alternate dimension. One where there are cinnamon rolls.
Quiche with spinach and mushrooms. I make quiche at least every few weeks, it seems, and this was the best one EVER.
It’s hard to get a picture of quiche that makes it look like something other than an eggy monstrosity, though.
Breakfast for a day off:
Home fries (cooked, impatiently, in my new cast-iron skillet) and an egg scramble with garlic, spinach, and ricotta.