It is good to be back at home and able to cook again. Not that we didn’t cook while camping…. it just wasn’t so easy, nor what we were used to doing. For one thing, the campground did not allow individual campfires, although we could use our camp stove. (Correction: we could use it whenever the wind wasn’t blowing too hard!) Otherwise, we were welcome to use the communal campfire, grill, and kitchen. We actually did go and use the kitchen one evening, which was a strange but good feeling. The kitchen was in a house where rooms were rented for the night, but anyone could use it, including people staying in cabins without kitchens. The house felt like a co-op! We found that cooking at the high altitude took some getting used to, and in the end most of our dishes ended up looking like this:
Soba noodles with broccoli, seitan, a leftover chopped up Trader Joe’s Masala Burger, and peanut sauce.
Right. So it was nice to come home, finish with the social obligations (wedding, graduation party, engagement party) and actually make something. Of course, on the first day I also had a potluck to attend. I adapted this colorful recipe from something I heard on the radio, which can be found here in the original.
As it turned out, I was the only one in the family who liked it! Too much ginger and lime, I guess…. but I LIKE ginger and lime! And a good thing, too, because the recipe made a whole lot more than I thought it would.
And now, time for a funny story. Roya has been very lucky (but also very persistent in her job hunt) and has managed to score some shifts at both of the restaurants where she worked last year. But while she was gone, one of them underwent a change in management and menu. She has memorized the new menu, but either has to lie about how much she likes the specials, or just recommends them. The hard part, for her, is when her orders come up at the window. Of course, at first, she had no idea what any of the orders actually were! They were all "some kind of meat," which she could not identify! The cook had to tell her what was the cod, the salmon, the scampi, etc. If only our vegetarian-raised child had a vegetarian restaurant in which to work! Oh well, at least the tips are good 🙂