Leftover pasta? Leftover steak? Suddenly there are all kinds of leftovers around here, and I don't know what I want.
I don't really have anything else to say, other than I hate the View and should just turn it off.
WFL?
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I might go brunch, E. Leftover steak and eggs. Maybe make some steak hash?
I have leftover pork chops, carrots and potatos. A healthy portion, too. Should be a good base for tonight.
I'm not really a big fan of leftovers. Coco hates them more than I, so growing up she always cooked just enough to feed the family for dinner and maybe a little extra just in case, but she would rarely keep the left overs. She was never the type to make a huge something with the intent of having leftovers, so I'm kinda spoiled in that regards and like a fresh meal each time. The one exception that for me is homemade soup or stuffed manicotti which I make in a large batch because I like the next day or two.
I agree with Lester though on your current leftover conundrum. Steak and eggs sounds good. I love eggs, will eat them for any meal, and probably have them at least 5 or 6 times a week.
I still have most of my chicken and potatoes from yesterday that I didn't eat. I think I just might pick up a little salad or bowl of soup to supplement it.
That's exactly what I was thinking. So I went upstairs, and discovered no eggs. How does my father live with no freakin' eggs??? I could go out and get some, but that seems like too much work.
I'm going to have to discuss my father's grocery shopping habits with him. No eggs is just unacceptable.
I have three requirements that must be in my refrigerator at all times: eggs, butter, milk. I never run out and will go to the store as soon as supplies look low. I keep a very well stocked kitchen and have on hand at any given time enough supplies to cook dinner for 12. My linen closet is not so well stocked. I ran out of toilet paper the day I returned from Michigan, and have resorted to kleenex. I'll stop at Jewel on my way home tonight.
I actually really like leftovers and which that my fridge was always magically full of them, since of late, I have zero time to grocery shop or cook. (this will all be changing dramatically soon, as I am about to hibernate/diet/reclaim a healthy lifestyle. I've been talking about it for months, but along with the rest of the world, I might as well finish out the year and then get it on in time to coincide with my new bod. Anyhoo...)
However, I am disgusted by the thought of other people's leftovers, eaten out of other people's tupperware. I think we discussed this in the early days of the blog, but it bears repeating. Just, yuck. I don't know where the aversion comes from, but I just can't do it.
Other people's leftovers creep me out as well. Yeah, I think we talked about this. I discussed Ma burgers at the time. I also hate it when people stop by my office and tell me what I'm eating smells good and ask me what it is and look at it. It's lunch, asshole.
So you're hanging out in a basement?
I'm on the third floor overlooking the intersection of Michigan and Randolph. If I had binoculars I could probably read the specials board at the gourmet pantry. If I strain my neck I could see buckingham fountain spouting over "the bean."
Blogging from Fremont, MI.
Probably my only post till Friday.
Just had a big breakfast at the Moondance Cafe.
Spanish Omelette with spiced hamburg. Pretty good. The salsa was cream based.
I miss you WFLers. See you on Friday and then after that not until Wednesday when I return for full blogging duties.
We need to start some serious conversation about the Spring conference. The executive council also has some work to do.
Always yourd in lunch,
Jo
"yourd"?
ugh.
I used to be like that with my kitchen, too. But now, I'm just not home enough. But like I said, a change is comin'. When I lived in Budapest, I cooked dinner every night for 6-10 people, and prepared 2 meals: one for the vegetarians, and one for the rest of us. Now, I have a Kitchenaid that I've never used (not once) and on a good day, you can find champagne and diet coke in my fridge. But since I'm officially retiring from my rock 'n roll lifestyle for awhile, I resolve to be better!
Oh so nice to see Jo. I'm not sure how I feel about a cream based salsa, but I'd try it. I'm looking forward to the majority of the WFL'ers to return to work and pick up the blogging again.
I had a much better view Lester when I worked in that building because I was on the 21st floor. It had it's good and bad, though. On gorgeous sunny days it was painful to be sitting in my office and watching the boats cruise by on the lake.
I love my kitchenaid and it gets a lot of use. My cuisinart on the other hand hardly ever makes it out of the cabinet.
Yep. The basement of my family homestead. My parents never moved when I was growing up, so this is the only house I ever knew, and it's pretty much exactly the same as it was when I still lived here. I want my dad to sell it, but that requires a lot of effort on my part, that I'm just not able to give. This house is still full of evidence of parties I had in my underage wild child days. For instance, I'm looking at one of my dad's duck decoys, where the head has been shoddily (and as I recall, drunkenly) glued back on. Then there's the fold down bar with the broken hinge (that was an ugly night)... ah, memories.
Anyway, yeah, I'm in the family basement. Good Times.
I miss Jo! I have many things to discuss with the executive council.
I can't wait to be back. Pittsburgh is killing me.
Yeah, you got me waxing all gooey about Jo, too. We glove shoe, Josephus!!!!!
Eh, Jo is OK.
I had pizza for lunch. I considered a baby panda steak (panda veal?), but I settled for jumping the fence hugging the little bear. He's just as cute and energetic as you think!! I love Butterstick! Watch for me on the 6 o'clock news.
Which reminds of this book I had when I was little called 'Panda Cake'. It sounded so good. The mom panda sends her two panda kids to the store with money and a list. The older kid decides to do a little "shopping" (i.e. stealing) in the woods and take the money to the fair & do the rides, etc. So he got bamboo shoots & whatever else. The thing that always creeped me out (even when I was but a wee lass!) was that he stole some eggs out of a bird's nest. So the panda mom made the cake and then all the various animals he stole from came over to the house (while he was at the fair! ha!) and demanded to be given some of the panda cake since all their stuff had gone into it. Even the mama bird!! Everyone else's stuff was vegetable matter, but the mama bird wanted to eat her babies!!! Ugh!!!!! I had cannibalism issues at such a young age! The punchline of the story was that the older panda kid came home & the cake was all gone.
I ate a piece of cheese and a piece of turkey. After struggling with the vast array of leftovers, that's what I ended up with.
I am in an unspeakably bad mood. I hate it here. I need a panda hug. LT, glad to here your rendezvous with Butterstick didn't result in jail time.
hola everyone! i'm back and i missed the blog so much over my 5 days of family torture. sure, i was in so cal, but what good is it when your mother lives in the middle of NO WHERE??? at least i had a margarita pedicure. you gotta love california indulgences.
i have no leftovers to speak of except for the left over pizza i made last week sitting in my fridge, which i could nibble on. is this a good idea, WFLers?
well, i'm going to try it and if i vomit, then i'll take it as a lesson learned. i'm just chillin this week and going to do productive things like clean my abode and cuddle with the kitty cat, who is sooo annoyed that i left her at home by herself for so long.
oh, i hope the pizza isn't moldy.
Yay! La Choi is back! We missed you. I would say nix the week old pizza. I am a strong adherent that all food stuffs get tossed on the third day.
Speaking of vomit, I forgot to report in on the disturbance here at the end of the day yesterday. Apparently, and I find this hard to believe, though I suppose I must, the odor was the result of building maintenance cleaning the “grease traps” in the office kitchens. It was such a horrible smell that I had to assume it was sewage. Guess not. I asked our office mgr. She said, Yep, it smells really awful when they do that. That’s what I get for working late, I guess.
Get new pizza, La Choi.
despite sage advice from both lester and jade, i've dug into the old pizza. i can report that it doesn't taste bad. my theory is that since it is from a frozen safeway pizza and probably chock full o' preservativees, that i'll live.
i don't know what it is but i hate wasting food. it must be the whole "grew up in a korean immigrant family who never followed expiration dates but kept all leftovers based on the 'smell test' method" and the fact that lots of our food is actually spoiled or "fermented".
i also binge ate some wheat pita and tzatsiki that is definitely more than a week old. but again, it's yogurt so it's going to be A-OK. will report later if evacuation occurs.
Yay, La Choi!
I disagree on the pizza. Just bake it at 400 for 1/2 hour or just before it starts to blacken - should burn off any mold/bacteria. Good as new! Recycle, people!
LaChoi and I have discussed the whole, "How old is too old" issue at length. I tend to be with her Korean immigrant family, and have been known to eat around mold on bread and cheese. I also always figure that if the milk is old, but not sour yet (or worse, chunky) that if you're using it to cook, you're alright.
Week old pizza is nothing.
In other news, I have serious hair envy of Faith Hill. I think I need to get some layers cut.
GROSS!
What's so gross about Faith Hill's hair?
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