By now, it's no secret that I like to cook. I'm not big on complicated recipes that take most of a day and dirty all the dishes and utensils, but so long as it's quick and/or I don't have to fuss over it much, I'm there. When I'm writing, cooking is a good way to take a break for some healthy self care. Well, not always healthy. Once I mastered making boiled chocolate fudge, a demon was unleashed.
Today's meals included the teensiest salad in the world, made with an olive oil vinaigrette and a scant handful of produce from my little container garden; basil, pineapple mint and the two cherry tomatoes that ripened today. I also curried some green mangoes to eat with brown rice and red beans cooked in coconut milk with garlic, salt kumquat, and French thyme. No pics of that; it tasted good, but I couldn't take a pretty picture of it. And finally, I made an improv pesto with basil from the garden -- I have green, variegated, and purple, don't know their official names, don't feel like looking them up -- some fresh Parmesan cheese in the fridge that was going crunchy around the edges, virgin olive oil, and shelled roasted pistachios. Didn't have pine nuts and wasn't eating the pistachios, so this was a way to use them before they went stale. I just bought broad rice noodles a few days ago, so I'll have them tomorrow with the pesto.