Meal exchange
Kiss! Man and I set up an informal food-sharing program. I have a bunch of flat lidded Chinese take-out dishes from holidays at my sis's, and it's simple to make twice as much of whatever I am preparing for myself.
Last night I fixed up some of the fridge incident survivors, pasta sauce and raviloli. And a Foreman-grilled pita with mediterranean stuff from the deli.
He's traded that for a large container of chicken soup which will soon be gone. Clearly home-made (he's doing better than me on that). And he made an apple pie last night, perfectly timed to be done after my banjo club session.
Last week I did up a package of Zatarain's black beans & rice, and some chicken stew (with huge handfulls off my dried-out rosemary holiday tree).
This is nice. I get to cook mama style (with six in the fam-of-origin, I learned to cook for a crowd, not for one). I don't have to eat the same dang thing day after day. Someone else gets to experience something different, as do I (looks like slices of broccoli stem in the soup). And it's fun!
We were discussing the winging-it method, a pinch of this and a handful of that. I mentioned my French onion soup, which I have not made in probably years. Produce section, here we come.