It's the oddest thing. I've been cooking at home lately. I made a big, very big pot of sausage-lentil soup. Then a big tofu-egg curry. Last night was black beans and rice. And why? SO I HAVE SOMETHING NICE FOR LUNCH THE NEXT DAY. When I worked in a professional kitchen I never ever brought my lunch in; we either grazed on the crap we were working on or went out to the subsidized cafeteria for an egg salad wrap ($3).
But a few weeks ago one of my new colleagues asked if I felt pressure, as food editor, to bring in a good lunch. And I don't, ...but I do really enjoy a nice hot lunch. Cripes, who doesn't? And though there are lots of cute cafes and luncheries within walking distance of the office, that gets expensive in a hurry. And more often I'd rather take as little time away from my workload as possible. One day I made a cheddar-scallion omelette when I woke up, folded it into quarters, and took it to work where I reheated it and toasted a pita bread. Fantastic. Crazy (for me).
To top off the week, we had a cute little home-cooked Friday night meal of garlicky, buttery kale (above, yum), spicy roasted sweet potatoes and these:
Two of the fattiest, juiciest, nicest pork loin chips I've ever eaten, specially cut by my favourite butcher to have nearly an inch (!!) of fat in tact. This cooking at home thing might catch on.
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