If only my kitchen were this retro-hip!
One lesson of 2010 was that left to myself, I will happily subsist on a diet of:
- Shrimp in pesto sauce
- Beans and potatoes in salsa verde
- Small batches of muffins
My great triumph, on the other hand, was determining that after years, nay decades, of resistance, I will eat yams. I am practically an evangelist for the white yams that taste like a cross between a potato and a parsnip, though nothing like a partridge in a pear tree.
2011 requires bigger challenges:
- Tackle one Large Hunk of Meat a month — and actually eat the leftovers in a cooked way, rather than a “hacking bits off and making sandwiches” way.
- Try one new food a month, even if this requires hauling self to Asian market in Chandler and/or using hacksaw.
- Buy the proper storage containers for homemade spaghetti sauce, salad dressing, and jellies, as I like what I make much more than what’s store-bought, but I don’t make ‘em often enough.
- Go through with threats to infuse vodka with various substances (because I’m infusiastic about it, that’s why).
- Meditate upon the success of the sweet roll dough and then tackle the doughy problems that have been troubling me: yeast bread, pizza dough, and pie crust.
- Do one exciting thing a week with a vegetable, preferably one that is not a yam, and preferably a thing that does not involve cream sauce.
That seems moderately challenging, yet part of me is riven with shame for not needing to include a blow torch or any form of molecular cookery.
I shall think upon the blow torch.