Last updated on April 6th, 2017 at 11:20 am
I hate throwing away food. It makes me feel weak and quite honestly like a total loser. Like someone who couldn’t eat an entire dish. First it’s a leftover curry dish, then some veggie burgers… next thing I know I’ll be eating only half a sandwich.
This is not how my family raised me. Everything on that plate has to be gone. Or else!!!
Or else, the gypsy will be stronger than me.
What a nice thing to say.
When I have to throw away food or ingredients I don’t just feel like a complete disappointment, I also feel really guilty. There are people in the world, who don’t have much if anything to eat. Not that one of my disgusting dishes is going to help them anyway, but still.
Handle food with care.
The bad and great thing about me is – I really like to experiment with food. And I like to make really inappropriate meals – things you thought would never go together – like fish sauce and a brownie, sushi with vanilla sauce, broccoli smoothie…uh, oh I actually really did the last one.
The thing is – I can never be 1000% sure whether a recipe is going to work out or not. I try anyway. Do you know how many batches of brownies, blondies, gingers and vegan burgers I have made? Good thing, that I’m not that sensitive about food and I can eat anything when I’m hungry. Of course I will be complaining about it for months.
A few weeks ago I wanted to make a “pizza” with a potato crust, because I was trying to eat grain-free for one week (lasted about 3 days). So I cooked potatoes. Then blended them and added 2 eggs to them.
I spread this “dough” in a baking tray and baked it for quite some time. About 30 minutes perhaps. It was still not cooked and smelled like eggs only.
It was HORRIBLE.
Like real horror. I could actually hear the music from Hitchcock’s Psycho playing in my mind when I was tasting that.
Oh, my God, all that time, electricity and ingredients wasted!
What am I going to do??
So I was in a completely stable state of mind without a trace of a panic attack.
You could see horror in my face, anxiety in my eyes and disgust in my mouth. I decided to make gnocchi.
So I just rolled the dough to small gnocchi. Prepared tomato sauce from beautiful tomatoes, garlic and some basil. I cooked everything in a big pan and noticed, that all of the gnocchi are falling apart. What a nice surprise.
I transferred everything to a backing tray again, added some broccoli and olives, topped with mozzarella and Parmesan cheese and baked for about 20 minutes.
I called it: Lasagna. And then I topped it with some fresh parsley and cilantro.
It was delicious. Very creamy, sweet from the tomatoes and garlicy, but not exactly light.
I don’t think I’d be going through that process again voluntarily, but in the end I wasn’t hungry and there were no leftovers from that day.
So what does this story tell us – Go for your dreams, and use up all the leftovers.
More leftover stories coming soon. I’ve got a lot of those.