Scenes from Quarantine: Food

We cook a lot anyways, but having an extra 40 minutes a day because there’s no commute to/from work just makes cooking that much easier. The usual: salsa and hummus with our beloved food processor. I did not know I needed a food processor in my life when Michael bought us one in 2008, but once we started using it, we did not know how we ever lived without one. After 12-13 years of use, the Kitchenaid was really starting to be in bad shape, and Kyle received a new, bigger, Cuisinart food processor for his birthday, which we immediately put to use making more salsa and more hummus. Also tried out a frozen yogurt recipe, which we liked, but Vale did not.

New: tofu stir-fried with bacon and mushrooms, and Moroccan chicken (not entirely new, as we used to make it more frequently, but it’s been¬†years). I found my mom’s tofu recipe crammed in the miscellaneous drawer, and decided to give it a go. I’ve made it a couple of times, and it’s pretty good, though consistency is a problem because mom never gives measurements, and everything is an estimate, so it comes out different every time.

 

 

WTF I Ate Moldy Tortillas

Father, I have sinned, for I ate medium rare steak twice in the last two months, had sushi (salmon, not tuna, to avoid mercury), and also drank more than 12 ounces of coffee on one occasion, perhaps two. I also had a taster of beer recently and a bite of shrimp ceviche.

They tell pregnant women not to eat sushi, uncooked seafoods (ceviche! smoked salmon! sob!), medium rare steak, hummus, deli meats, among others, but no one said a damn thing about moldy tortillas, did they? I had a couple of tortillas that tasted fine, only to check the package later and realize some of them were growing mold. I then proceeded to have stomach problems for the next 24 hours.

Of course the culprit would not be anything listed in the first paragraph, but something like flour tortillas. Irony.