And then Hugh Grant walks in, fancying a dip in the hot tub.
But I digress.
In reality, aphids invariably destroy any herbs I coax from the ground, and if they didn't get them, my cats would, leaving behind mangled stems, spilled water and cracked 25-cent vases. If my kitchen ever were so bountiful, it would last for a day, before I found another excuse not to cook for just myself, order takeout and begin to feel the shroud of guilt descend for wasting food.
So when I saw an ad on my Facebook feed the other day for Plated.com, offering fresh ingredients parsed for one recipe, delivered to my door, for a price reasonable for someone who finds herself eating out often, I bit.
Today the experiment got under way (sorry, new-fangled AP style, under way is still two words to me unless I'm on a ship).
For the heck of it, I decided to chronicle the experience.
Unlike after most long days, I was anxious to get home and cook.
|The ingredients for Spicy Soy Poached Pollock with Vermicelli Noodles|
I felt like a girl with the Easy Bake Oven I never had -- everything was portioned for ME!
... to be continued (because apparently I've exceeded the number of uploaded photos per entry ...