Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Cooking for One

I still don't have it down!

Last night, I had a hankering for stir fry.

So, I cut up a pork chop (cooked), and threw it in a frying pan with

too much broccoli
too much celery
too much mushroom
too much onion
and just the right amount of bean sprouts.

I served the whole on too much brown rice.

Note to self: when you eat like a teenager, you put on weight.

7 comments:

  1. At least all of your too much stuff was good for you!

    That isnt teenager food at all!

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  2. There's always that big box thingy called a freezer...

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  3. Freezer?

    Oh, right. That thing on top of the fridge...with the waffles in. Gotcha!

    'Cos, you couldn't be talking about the big one out in the garage...the one I have to remove the armadillo barricade to get to...

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  4. Hi Ronni, haven't been around cause I did a couple days in the hospital...I'll live, nothing too serious this time lol anyway thank you for the comment on the pictures.
    And teenager food? I never saw one yet would eat brown rice,sounds like your eating very healthy! personally I can't stand brown rice but the stir fry sounded right up my alley!
    But I do know what you mean, it's hard to cook for one,without the guys I probably wouldn't bother cooking!
    and I have to ask...armadillo barricade? lol

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  5. The Armadillo War was a three-night battle to evict one of said beasts that had decided that cat food and fresh water were worth sharing with cats. I have an unsecurable cat door into the garage, so if one of them manages to get in the garage, the door from there into the house is blocked.

    It's complicated. I won.

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  6. Oh gosh, Ronni! For a minute I misunderstood that post about the armadillo barricade and the big freezer. I thought the battle had gone big-time and you had him IN the freezer!

    Give's new meaning to the question, "What would you do for a KLONDIKE BAR?!"

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  7. Anyway, that reminded me of what I found in my MIL's chest freezer many years ago. While visiting, she asked me to get something out of her freezer. I went out to the garage, lifted the lid and saw a big coffee can. Being the nosey thing that I am, I opened it, expecting to find cookies or something. Inside was a frozen PORCUPINE staring at me. Talk about being startled! Of course I made a heck of a racket when I shrieked and dropped the thing. Then I heard my MIL's calm, long suffering voice in the kitchen, "Oh Christ, she found the porcupine."

    Her late husband had been a taxidermist, and apparently he still had some future "projects" in the works. In fact, my husband and I inherited many of his completed projects including, but not limited to a 3 foot long iguana.

    Ahh, good times.

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