We like vindaloo. (I dare you to watch some of those videos. I couldn't watch any of them all the way through. All those pasty white drunken bodies, ugh!) (But we do like vindaloo.)
That's what was for dinner today. Lazy potato vindaloo with sauce from a tub, and a dollop of yogurt that was basically butterfat. Oz found the yogurt at the natural foods store, so it had to be healthy, except it was yogurt made from cream. The nutrition facts section, in very small print, was scary: "Serving size: 2 tablespoons, calories per serving: 60, calories from fat: 50." It was really good.
It was filling, anyway, and didn't leave me any room for pumpkin pie. Yes, I made a pumpkin pie a few days ago. Canned pumpkin, recipe off the label, which makes the best pie and avoids the whole slimy guts problem. This one came out extra tasty, I don't know why. I did add a dash of nutmeg and 1/8 teaspoon of cardamom to the spices, but I didn't make any other changes. My cardamom is old and forlorn too. I only used it because it looked so lonely there in the spice cupboard. I'd be surprised if it was capable of having any appreciable effect on the pie.
Food and quarterly tax forms, that's about it. I talked to my accountant today and he's still asking, all incredulous, "But— You're still translating? What about engineering? They'd pay you like a half million dollars." Uh, yes. I don't know. I don't think so.
259 words | January 30, 2007 10:25 PM | Kitchen