So far, when it comes to new beginnings and blah blah etc this year is a dud for me. I'm not saying it's beyond hope; there are still 11 months left. Just trying to admit that for most of this month, I've felt in a funk.
The funk has extended to my cooking, or lack thereof. I tell myself to just get over my old life, where I had this pot or that kitchen appliance. Where I could buy the ingredients for my favorite recipes easily, and read labels without a studying-for-an-exam feeling.
My mother-in-law has been telling me for months about going to the supermarket late at night to snatch up marked down items. Great idea, in principle. In actual practice, Aogu's not home anyway and going out sounds unappetizing.
She didn't tell me--or maybe didn't know?-- that first thing in the morning, some items marked down the evening before might still be waiting around in the store for me!!
Great discovery! Upside: save money! (I think; I cannot actually back this claim). Downside: I'm very much at the mercy of fate--well, actually, God since I don't believe in fate. One day there will be oodles of foods necessary to me, and the next I'll sidle up to the half off meat at the same moment as another equally determined lady. Means I got two packs and she got two. Better than nothing?
Without further ado (I must like ado, feels like I say that on every occasion): sesame spinach from Yamazaki and "Mexcican" chicken soup, courtesy of a recipe I found on Comfy Belly. Com
