Like most Foodies, I don't follow recipes and have little use for cookbooks.
Just kidding, I'm sure most people who love to eat and cook follow recipes all the time.
But I don't like to look at cookbooks and I make it a rule not to a follow a recipe unless I'm baking. I like to bake but find it much more cumbersome than regular cooking where you almost never have to follow much of a recipe.
My point is: in order to make good food without recipes you have to make stuff with about 5 ingredients or less.
For example, tonight I took a left over roast chicken and made chicken salad that my sister taught me how to make years ago. It's really, really good.
I don't know what her recipe is but I can tell you how I made it.
salt and pepper
It was really good when I put it in some warm ciabatta with this fantastic soft cheese I got at Dean and Deluca - no idea what it's called but really fantastic. I hear it's what Pizza Bella puts on some of their pies.
On another note, did you know that at 1000 Clinton Parkway (or some main street in Lawrence) there is a gas station that has a ton of Indian food in it?
Here is a picture:
I don't know how to explain to you what it's like in there. But I haven't seen this anywhere before. The shelves are filled with Indian food - stuff I've never heard of.
I stood in front of the freezer section for 5 minutes staring at all the vegetables I couldn't identify. What were they?
So, um, Annie? Could we go to Lawrence and stock up on stuff and then have a big party at my house and invite our book club and other friends?
And on another note...
I have a friend who lives in Delaware and I want to give a shout out to him because he is a writer and pop culture enthusiast - well, really, he is an all-things enthusiast. He loves music and sharing it and he is just wicked smart. He's a good guy to have on your trivia team.
He has been blogging for years and years and he has quite a lot of stories.
He recently got engaged to the woman of his dreams and I am delighted for him. His story is exactly this for me: The first sliver of light after a long, long darkness.
P.S. A brief story about my kids: My son said to me tonight, "why do we always eat chicken?" He is apparently very sick of eating it because he had a roast chicken for dinner on Sunday I guess and then again last night and well....
Anyway, usually when my children complain in any way about having healthy fresh food to eat I get the urge to scream at them about Africa and starvation but I have been very serious about speaking calmly and nicely to my children so I said nothing.
And then you know what I did? Tonight, when I tucked my little angels in I told them a neat little bed time story. Have you read Poisonwood Bible? That was the story. Ha!