If the feeds on my Google Reader are any indicator, I’ve become obsessed with vegan cooking and baking.
Also, I’ve begun to notice that I’m a pretty damn good cook. At least, my cooking intuition is definitely much better than it once was. Yesterday I peered into our mini fridge and thought, ‘What on earth am I going to cook?’ Not much was there. I didn’t feel I could be bothered to go downstairs to the Waitrose or Tesco Express down the street. I looked again. Contemplated.
I had some kimchi sitting at the back that I had bought fresh a couple weeks ago. Certainly it should be nice and fermented by this point. I had some Quorn ‘chicken’ pieces. I had some spring onions. I had half an onion wrapped in cling film. I had four new potatoes starting to grow roots in the pantry. Kimchi Stew, it was. I threw some garlic, ginger and half the onion in a pot along with some sesame oil. Then I threw in the kimchi, Quorn and potatoes and covered with water. I walked away but then thought I’d chuck some chilies in for good measure.
I sent Red a text message that warned him dinner for the evening could either be fabulous or rancid, an email, upon reflection, I tend to send him a lot of the time.
Needless to say, it was of the former variety. So much so that after I went out last night I came home to eat some of the leftovers.
I find myself in the same predicament now. I got home from doing productive stuff (i.e., school stuff) earlier but didn’t stop off at the grocery store on my way home, because I was feeling uninspired. I have no more produce of which to speak in the pantry. Not even a lone New Potato. I must go to the store.
I think I might start photo documenting some of my culinary endeavours here. I mean, to return to the original thought of this post, I find myself voyeuristically reading with relish vegetarian cooking blogs out on the interwebs. I might as well pepper my own blog with the same sort of shit I love reading on other people’s blogs. It would probably also get me even more excited about cooking. As if I needed a reason.
I’m just so goddamned domestic.