Yes, I decided to move out of my sewing room. I felt like it was becoming my home within a home. It was either that or move a coffee pot in there.
In my effort to “move,” I walked with friends yesterday who provided cheerful banter and “peppered“ me with culinary questions. The “peppering” friend is destined to write a CoVid19 Cookbook. It will consist of recipes made with miscellaneous ingredients from the pantry, and probably will only result in 19 different dishes. I’m not sure anyone will want to replicate the dishes, but it’s a nice hobby for now, and a clever title.
I can’t comment too much on her attempts as I had a can of Lima beans for dinner. It was a treat, not a punishment, by the way.
One man’s junk is another man’s treasure. I cannot find any beauty in a can of Lima beans🤢 I once served a whole can to someone, let’s call her Pori, when she wanted to be vegetarian amongst a family of steak eaters. It smacked her right back into reality. I am right with the “peppering” friend….I too feel like an accomplished COVID-19 culinary master. However I will never be able to recreate these masterpieces again, for I did not write any down.
I might have to have Lima beans again next week! Perhaps I’ll change it up with beets?