One of the benefits of the changes in living situation…
I am learning new ways to not say ‘divorce’.
… is that I am having a lot of fun trying new recipes. Before my living situation changed, I had to stick with food that worked. Food that worked most often was frozen pizza, maybe some home made lasagna or stuffed shells or cheese potatoes or parmesan chicken now and then. Now, it’s whatever seems interesting.
Cheese filled gnocchi in a tomato cream sauce
Soy and honey marinated grilled chicken served on a flour tortilla with cabbage and peanut ginger sauce
Garlic, broccoli, and cauliflower mashed potatoes
Pork loin slow cooked with sauerkraut and potatoes
Pulled BBQ pork sandwiches topped with cole slaw
Toasted french bread topped with grilled mushroom, red bell pepper, onion, zucchini and melted mozzarella
Hungry? Good thing that I was a bad boy at lunch and had that jumbo hot dog and fries.
Recently, I decided to cook dinner for a pretty lady that I have been dating now and then. D is a princess type with long dark hair, petite, always dressed very nicely. We know each other well enough now that she is comfortable coming to my bachelor pad (do people still use that term?). I have proven that I am not a perv or serial killer.. or I hide it well. D also is one whose diet prefers not consuming whatever is cute or squeals (unless it’s a pork chop), so it’s safer to cook vegetarian for her. Thus, my choice for our dinner at my place — Pumpkin Chili.
The recipe was courtesy of the fitness advisor I consult with monthly while in the beginning stages with the health share that I joined at the beginning of this year (screw you, Health Care mktplace). It’s a veggie chili chock full of beans, tomatoes and veggies. A large can of pumpkin serves to thicken the broth and adds an interesting flavor.
I served a nice lettuce salad on the side, as well as cornbread with strawberry jam.
About an hour after dinner, her stomach started gurgling. So did mine. It became gastronomically pain-fully obvious that we were about to find out how comfortable we were with each other.
She moved the wrong way. To her credit, she barely blushed, merely shrugged it off.
It was my excuse to relieve the pressure.
She passed the test.
My guess is that if you go to a dinner party hosted by vegetarians, it had best be outdoors.