Eating Out the Fridge
I’ve spent way too much money when I was visiting a friend in Chicago last week, and now that I’m home, I’ve been determined to squeeze out another few days before I go grocery shopping. This means my diet has been, well, very brown in the past few days. Not so healthy or well-rounded, but frugal, since I’m using what I have - leftover gruyere from a baby shower (sandwiches, pasta…there’s a lot of it and now I’m a little sick of gruyere); wild rice and braised Swiss chard (from the garden) with a poached egg; leftover pizza; and a luxury, heirloom Rancho Gordo beans given to me by my Chicago friend and host. The only meat I have in the house is some old prosciutto and artisan salami from Murray’s Cheese Shop in New York. Tasty, but not a meal.
I’ve rummaged through the freezer (who knew I had so many chicken carcasses? Time to make stock) and scavenged in the pantry. It so happens that I’m also reading Margaret Atwood’s newest novel, The Year of the Flood, in which the main characters survive a Doomsday plague and come out the other end living hand to mouth. It’s an exaggeration, but I’m starting to be able to relate a little.
In any case, I’m hanging in there. But I would kill for a chicken to roast tonight.
