As of today, Lisa and I have been married seven months. Seven cheers!
Desperate for vegetables, as I sometimes get, I decided to make a something involving lots of veggies for dinner tonight. We only had probably-weeks-old scallions and some carrots, so I had to do some shopping first. If left to my own devices, I tend to make food that involves throwing a lot of ingredients together. Very little restraint do I show. Cooking is something I come by naturally; both my parents are competent cooks—my dad loves it, and infected me with his cooking mania. I tend follow his overall approach, which involves not measuring things too carefully, improvising a lot, and just generally enjoying the process. My dad likes to follow recipes, but also make them up, but when he does make up a recipe, he very rarely (if ever) writes it down. He used to like to tease us when we'd ask him what he was making, telling us "just eat it, it's good". My mom, who pretty much always uses recipes, would tell us we were having "fish eyes and glue" if she was doing the cooking and we asked.
Anyway, we both liked tonight's results, so I'm defying the manly Chellman tradition. I'm writing this down. Any mistakes are due to my not measuring anything when I made it. All lengths of time are made up as I write this. All ingredients are real, quantities may or may not be real. If you decide to make it, let me know how it turns out. If you think it's so good that you have to publish it in your Mammoth Collection Of Magnificent Recipes, please spell my name correctly.
Woo woo!
Party time!
One month, 50,049 words!
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