The container of ground coriander arrived this morning. That was the moment when I realized there was no more room for anything in the kitchen. There was barely room for me. When there are two of us in there, maneuvering gets tricky — and all three of us is one human over the line, especially when the Duke has joined us in his permanent hunt for something to eat. He is beginning to look less bulky. It’s slow. No starvation diet in this house. Duke would go insane. As it is, getting what is essentially exactly what he should be getting, he acts like he can barely stand on his legs from the starvation. No matter what he says, he IS getting enough food. Meanwhile, he follows us around hoping we’ll drop something edible. Or leave some form of food unguarded for a moment. He’s fast. He can scarf down an entire sandwich in about 2 seconds. I don’t think he actually chews the food. He just grabs it and swallows it whole. What a good boy!
We are still wallowing in the “relief zone.” President Deplorable is gone — at least as president. He’ll be back for his impeachment and unless his diet of McDonald’s burgers finally gets him, he will probably hang around longer than we’d like. At least we can turn on the TV these days and not see his leering face or hear that ugly honking voice. Our problems have not gone away. On a lot of levels, they are just beginning to surface.
I’m hoping that we’ve all learned something from this four year horror show, but I have a sinking feeling we haven’t learned anything. Back we will go to factional fighting. Cross party mini-wars, intra-party battles for power. I don’t know who the winners will be, but I’m sure we (“regular” people) will be losers.
Since my early attempts at authentic Indian cooking have been a dismal failure, I ordered mace and coriander. Maybe if I use the right spices, it will make a huge difference in the taste. If it still doesn’t taste great, I will have to admit I’m not terribly fond of Indian food. I like curry, the dish that isn’t really a dish, but overall? Meh. Still, there’s an entire world of potential cuisine awaiting me. Tonight I’m going to do something simple. I’ve been spending too many hours in the kitchen. Cooking doesn’t take very long, but preparation — mixing, chopping, dicing, pre-cooking one part while the rest awaits me — often takes two or three hours on my feet. My feet don’t care, but my spine doesn’t like it.
If all else fails, I can go back to basic, boring “Blackstone Valley Bland.” I don’t think anyone who hasn’t grown up in the Valley would voluntarily eat this food. It is bland to the point of tasteless. Garlic powder is a fancy spice. Even salt is spicy. I’m not sure anyone uses pepper.