After almost a week of playing bachelor, it’s good to be eating regularly, again. Victor was in London and I was busy redoing the basement. I have to admit that my eating habits just aren’t all that great when I’m home alone. Somehow, the joy of cooking just isn’t there.
At least this trip I didn’t subsist solely on chili dogs. I made a huge pot of vegetable beef soup and ate it every day – along with the occasional hot dog, burger, and chicken salad sandwich. And, I tried my hand at some junk food. We will call it a fail. On Monday, I did my normal shopping for Victor’s mom at the local Acme. I saw a small Vanilla Cake in the in-house bakery and thought what the heck. It was a vanilla cake with a sugar glaze. I brought it home, cut one slice, took one bite, and threw it out. I wasn’t expecting something overly fantastic, but geeze – it really sucked. It’s nice to know that as low as they may be, I still have some standards!
So everything is back to normal and Victor is back in the kitchen on Saturday while I’m at work. And I am pleased.
Tonight I walked in to spaghetti with a red clam sauce. A simple throw-together sauce of garlic, red pepper flakes, tomato paste, canned clams (and about a cup of clam juice), a splash of pasta water, and about a half-cup of shredded romano cheese.
Really simple, with a ton of flavor. Just what I needed on a cold, wintry night.
He has another trip scheduled for February. I’m thinking a big pot of turkey soup will be in order…
And another project…..