I just got back from London. In a little bit I’ll blog about the running and eating I did over there. But first, let me tell you a story about the simplest meal ever. My dinner repertoire, not so good. Actually, it’s the routine cooking that I’m not so good at. Give me a recipe and a plan and usually I can make do. I was once a daring baker, you know. So, this one day, I decide to make dinner, and I decide to do stir fry. Only this time, I decide to use beef instead of chicken. I decide to use frozen vegetables instead of fresh. I decide to cook brown rice instead of white. Any one of these changes might be a doable change. But if you take all three, and you take ME, well you are signing yourself up for disaster, which I did. It was the first time I ever made stir fry, something I’ve been doing since birth, or at least should be in my blood, where it ended up inedible. Let me say. I was humilated. Or just quietly ashamed.
A couple of weeks ago (before London), I decided it was redemption time. I went for tofu. Fresh vegetables. And knowing this is a brown-rice mostly household, I opted for udon noodles instead of rice.
And I came out the victor. Oh, thank goodness.
Let me add, that stir fry had some mighty crisp vegetables. It’s something you can never, ever get from that frozen crap, I don’t care how preciously organic it is.
Never. Again.
