The makings of a meal

Somebody once said to me, ‘If you have an egg, you have a meal.’ I think that’s a load of crap, but that’s because I really don’t like eggs. In stuff, fine. Scrambled (American style) every now and again, slathered in ketchup, sure. But an egg in general, no. Just… no. (The sight of a runny yolk on somebody’s plate will put me off. Even thinking about it now makes my stomach turn.)

Though I don’t agree with the item in question, I do have a few other things that are in the ‘if I have it, I have a meal’ category.

This stock photo is kinda what the cupboard always looked like as I grew up...

Growing up, we always had jars of stewed tomatoes in the cupboard. Each summer, my mom would grow loads of tomatoes in the garden, and the season was inevitably marked by a sweltering day in the kitchen. Hot as hell outside, and big pans of boiling water going on the burners. The tomatoes would be blanched for easy skin removal, then cooked down a bit, then put into big jars. The jars lived in the cupboard above the fridge, and they would aid a number of recipes through the year.

My black thumb keeps me from growing and canning my own, but the need to have tomatoes in the house has stuck with me. As long as I have tins of tomatoes at hand, I can go to town. Chili, pasta sauces, salsa, soups. It’s the basis of many meals for me, and probably the closest single thing I get to the whole ‘have it, have a meal’ idea.

Of course, there are other items that I generally have on hand at all times. My stupidly large range of spices are always handy, but I’d be crippled without cumin, cayenne, basil, oregano, salt, and pepper.

My kitchen always has onions and garlic.

Next to the tomatoes, there are always a few cans of beans. (I sometimes have bags of dried beans, but the forethought required makes them impractical for the last minute dinner decisions I prefer to make.) Cheap kidney beans are the ultimate staple, but I try to get a variety whenever it’s a 5 for £2 or whatever at the supermarket.

All of this does indicate the type of food we prefer — spicy. Last night, we had tacos. Based on our staples (which also generally include frozen veggie mince, one of the only meat substitute veggie foods that I can stomach), the only thing we had to go out to buy was the taco shells.

I gave Adam a vague recipe while I got everything ready for the bin collection today. It’s all very ‘chuck in some of this and a bit of that’, and reflects an attitude that knowing which spices go into a mix means that you can do the spice mix better than the packet.

I also taught him how to do the cheap and easy salsa that I throw together every now and again…

  • 1 can chopped tomatoes in juice (I’m a strong believer in it being better to use ripe tomatoes in a tin than to use unripe fresh tomatoes when they’re out of season)
  • 1 medium-ish onion, chopped up
  • half a large bell pepper, any colour, chopped up
  • a handful of cilantro (or coriander, whatever you want to call it)
  • salt (to taste, but it generally takes more than you think)
  • pepper
  • cayenne pepper (to taste, but a little goes a long way if there are spice wimps about)
  • cumin (another one that’s more than you think…I go with around a tablespoon)
  • lime juice (a couple glugs from a bottle or the juice of around half a lime)
  • oregano (a teaspoon or so, but kinda optional)

Dump all the ingredients into a container for a hand blender or food processor and blitz it for a bit until it’s all a small chunky consistency. It doesn’t need to be perfect, or entirely even. A bigger chunk every now and again can be nice.

It’s good to go after that, but gets a nicer flavour after a bit of time in the fridge.

As with all of my recipes, it’s not a hard and fast rule for any of it. Most things I do are just vague combinations that can be tweaked, omitted, added to, or bastardised as the situation calls for.

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Cooking for two

I’ve always intended to cook for two, but somehow always managed to cook for about 20. Unchecked, I cook large. I cater. I cater for parties larger than I have friends.

This was from Christmas. It was more than enough to feed the 4 meat-eaters at the table. As was the turkey. As were the 8 tuna steaks I made for the single pescatarian. As were the side dishes. As were the mini quiches. As were all of the various 'bits' I had just in case somebody wanted something different.

As a side note, when I do have additional people here, I cook even larger. My fear is not having enough, that somebody will want seconds or thirds or seventeenths and I’ll have to say no. The massive amounts of food I prepare has become a standard joke amongst our friends. If we have a party that involves food, there will be enough. There will be more than enough. There will be too much.

This is the same when it comes to cooking on a smaller scale. Our everyday dinners are for two. There are only two of us. So what compels me to take out the giant stock pot purchased at Ikea (to some confusion on the part of Adam, who sensibly wondered what I’d possibly need something that big for seeing as how there are only two of us) when I’m only making dinner for two?

Maybe it’s some idea that there will be ‘leftovers’ that we’ll have for lunch the next day, and maybe for another dinner later in the week. That’d be great, but it doesn’t ever happen. (Well, that’s not entirely true. It happens in the case of lasagne, but that’s more because Adam’s kinda like Garfield with lasagne. And sometimes chili, because that’s always better after it’s sat for a day.)

No, there’s no taking a packed lunch to work, and there’s no reheating it later in the week. As we both work from home, lunch is whatever grabs our ‘nads in the moment (usually a Pot Noodle for Adam and some sort of soup or peanut butter sandwich for me). It’s rarely the same as what we had the previous night. And because I like cooking, I don’t go for the reheating option.

I also don’t tend to remember to freeze things (again, except lasagne) for even later reheating. I put things in the fridge and then, come Thursday night, it’s the shameful dumping of plastic containers into the compost bin.

I’ve started getting better about it, though. It’s been an inadvertent upshot of the whole diet thing. Because I’m measuring everything to work out the calories — and know I won’t be doing seconds, thirds, or seventeeths — I end up doing just enough for the night I’m cooking. There’s less waste, which is good, too.

And I’m not actually saying that in the whole hippie bullshit ‘let’s care about the earth to pretend like we’re better people than we are’ thing. Because I’m not a good person (at least not that sort), I don’t really give that much of a shit about the earth, and I don’t think that the environmental impact of me having a full compost bin instead of a half-full compose bin is going to tip any scales towards imminent destruction.

No, as far as I’m concerned, the less waste is good because it means less of a chore on Thursday. It’s good because it means less mental gymnastics in trying to remember just how long ago I made something. It’s good because I don’t feel obliged to eat something because it’s still there.

Tonight was a victory in all of this. I made a sort of chicken cacciatore type thing with some pasta, and made just enough to fill our plates. We had a reasonable amount, and that was it. There’s none for later, there’s none for tomorrow, there’s none for next Thursday’s bin.

The Dinner Biscuit

The dinner biscuit, as recipe-posted last weekend.

Photo above finally uploaded on 15 March, as explained in a post about how I’m terrible at putting photos into blog posts.

 

Tonight, for some crazed reason, I decided to make some veggie burgers from scratch. They didn’t turn out very burger-y. (I even cooked up some burgerus genericus in case the resident veggie thought they were crap. As a side note, he hates most traditional veggie foods. Non-veggie that I am, though, I prefer those veggie foods that don’t pretend to be meat.)

So back to the biscuits….

I gathered up the following (through the process, in some cases):

  • A pack of dry soya mince
  • A Knorr vegetable stock pot
  • A kettle of boiling water
  • Half a can of butter beans
  • Half a can of chickpeas
  • Tahini (a spoonful)
  • A glug of olive oil
  • A lemon, for juice
  • A big ol’ handful of fresh coriander
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • A small onion
  • Cumin
  • Cayenne powder
  • Half a big bell pepper
  • A jalapeno
  • Some white bread flour (it was the first I grabbed, not a real choice)
  • Some gram flour

I followed the soya mince instructions (and gagged a few times) and chucked it in a jug with the stock pot and then covered the lot in boiling water. Stirred it a bit and then left it for a bit longer than the 1 minute. About 5 or so minutes later, I drained the excess water and started chucking things in the blender.

I’d really say this isn’t a blender job, but I don’t know where our food processor is (or if it currently functions).

So the mince and everything (the spices all were to taste, so a lot of each) except the flour got going in the blender (eventually). I might have put a bit of water in there, too, in an attempt to get the damn stuff to just fucking blend already.

I eventually gave up when it got mostly blended with a few chunkier bits here and there. I got it out of the blender and into a bowl. That’s when the flour came into the game. I guess there was about 2 cups of bread flour and 1 big cup of the gram flour (which I remembered I had after the second cup of bread flour and thought it might not make it as bland and would go with the chickpeas that were in there).

The end result was something kinda like a falafel dough. Not too sludgy, but still a bit damp. I made them into patties (big spoonful each) which was much easier with wet hands.

I put them on two baking trays (one with a bit of olive oil, the other with foil) and baked them at 220-ish (the oven doesn’t do exact temperatures) for about 20 minutes. I declared them done when they were a bit golden brown around the edges.

They turned out nice, especially dipped in salsa or hummus, or both, and with a bit of feta sprinkled on top.

(I’ll get a photo later. They basically look like cookies, though. They aren’t a good-looking food.)