It was 9:45 on the stove’s timer when I realized that my best half didn’t have any food to take to work. A ripe red tomato was peacefully resting on top of the kitchen counter and the quinoa was hiding on the opposite side of the kitchen. Like a faithful soldier, my Italian made clay pot was waiting on top of the stove ready for anything. So I turned on the flame and added water, white pepper, clove and sesame seed oil. I didn’t see the quinoa having any problem going into a warm place.
My fridge is always hosting a veggie and fruit party. The apple cider vinegar, the liquid amino, the beer, the white wine, the cheese and other goodies live there. So I grabbed a solitary yellow pepper that was enjoying the company of a big-headed broccoli and decided to sauté them together in olive oil, pink salt, black pepper and fennel seeds. The tomato that was just enjoying the show until then had to be washed and carved like a pumpkin on Halloween. Its remains went straight to my broccoli and yellow pepper mix. The boiling water was dissipating the almost ready quinoa. I could see the craters produced by the boiling action in the pot.
The tomato that was just enjoying the show until then had to be washed and carved like a pumpkin on Halloween. Its remains went straight to my broccoli and yellow pepper mix. The boiling water was dissipating the almost ready quinoa. I could see the craters produced by the boiling action in the pot.
I had a “taste” of cream sherry while waiting for the quinoa to cool down. Then I opened a pack of mild aged cheddar cheese. The numbers on the timer had mutated to 10:07. I took three spinach leaves from the fridge and turned on the broiler oven. With a few sprinkles of apple cider vinegar and white pepper, the spinach looked happier and gladly posed on a white plate to witness the marriage of the quinoa and the veggies that ended inside the tomato for an endless honeymoon. I used a white square piece of cheddar cheese as a blanket to cover them and placed their love nest inside the warm oven. In a couple of minutes, the happy ending turned into a beautiful and well deserved dish that will later become my best half’s meal. I took the pictures at 10:15 and if the universal math is right, it took me 30 minutes to come up with and execute this idea. Time is just an idea and according to physics, it can be modified.