I’ll begin today by explaining that we’ve been eating a lot of the Same Old, Same Old for dinner around here lately.
From what I can figure, any and all brain power that was formerly used for coming up with something new and creative for dinner (or the blog) seems to have been temporarily diverted to growing a baby. A baby who is getting pretty big I might add, and lately has a fondness for doing what can only be described as extended side angle pose in utero.
I did Barbie’s hair. You like?
Yes, she’s ducted taped to the ironing board and yes, she’s naked. Lululemon doesn’t make Barbie clothes yet. Here’s a hunky man doing the same pose if naked Barbie offends you.
Really, I’m simply trying to show you the pose that baby seems to be doing in his or her cozy yoga womb lately. And I’ve just recently started taking a prenatal yoga class, if all this yoga talk doesn’t make that obvious.
This meal began with about three cups of prepared quinoa. (“Prepared” = approximately 1 1/2 c uncooked quinoa boiled in water until soft, ready in about 15 minutes.) A small diced onion and one clove of minced garlic, sauteed in coconut oil until soft. A chopped red pepper was soon added to the garlic and onion, followed by a shredded carrot. Once the veggies were cooking, I added the cooked quinoa and a cup or so cooked chick peas.
There was no real plan here. This was old fashioned fridge rummaging, plain and simple.
When I realized this dish needed a splash of green, I chopped up a few stalks of asparagus and threw them into the mix at the last minute. Spiced to taste with salt, pepper, cumin, paprika and tiny pinch of chili powder, TA DA! Something I’ve never made before for dinner. Finally. The whole thing took about 30 minutes.
When Zak got home from work and peered into the pan he said, “What’s this?”, at which point I declared this to be my “WTF Dinner”.
That is, “Whatever’s in The Fridge” dinner, of course.
This could be another one of those dishes that could work as a side, or to eat as your main dish, like we did tonight. And like I’m about to eat as “WTF Dinner, Part II” momentarily.
Same Old, Same Old? We’ll see you tomorrow night!
Barbie? We’ll see you at yoga on Saturday. Or not.