Divested myself of a six-month old can of chickpeas and all the leftover veggies in the crisper on this, which was super and super-easy. I was surprised how much of it the kiddo ate. She loves rice, and chowed down on the brown basmati we served with it, as expected. She didn’t go for the chickpeas, but ate a lot of the tomatoes, mushrooms and bell peppers.
It’s always nice to throw something together out of the fridge leftovers and end up with a new dinner staple.
Chickpea curry as captured by crappy cellphone camera.
Toddler version.
Today I used up the last half of a bag of frozen broccoli with fresh carrots and fresh ginger, and the other half of a pound of beef stir fry strips I bought at Whole Foods last week. The result? My version of Chinese restaurant broccoli beef.
It’s based on this version I found on Recipezaar, but I used rice vinegar instead of sherry and, of course, added the carrots.
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For the record, Green Giant corn niblets, Gordon's Fish Sticks and McKenzie's Breaded Okra. Yum.
I’m not proud of this, especially since it was my book group night and I didn’t have to eat it. Don’t judge me.
I’m going to have to get better at food blogging. I always forget the pictures.
It should tell you a lot about me that by the time all three of us get to the dinner table, the last thing I am capable of is stopping and taking a photo. As a result, we were halfway through our roasted eggplant and pasta dinner this evening, when I realized I had just eaten the main art for this post.
We’re doing the Eating Down the Fridge Challenge. No trips to the grocery store the entire week and we are supposed to make all meals from whatever we have in the fridge/pantry.
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I have a crush on my neighborhood.
For those of you familiar with Atlanta, we are renting a 1950s ranch house in the urban/suburban area near Toco Hill Shopping Center. It’s one of Atlanta’s first “car suburbs.” (Atlanta’s first suburbs—now considered by many to be intown neighborhoods—were the streetcar suburbs of the 1920s and ’30s. Our section of North Druid Hills was still dairy farms until the mid ’50s when these subdivisions, designed for the city’s new car commuters, were built.)
Why is this woman smiling? Photo credit: RetroRenovation
Maybe it’s that I’m getting older, or maybe it’s the oddly “retro/modern” bent of my current life, but I find myself attracted to and comforted by these aging strip malls and flat brick rectangles of houses on huge lots with carefully manicured lawns.
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