Naomi: Cooking for one and for friends



For years now, even before I wrote the recipes in what I think of as my "static blog," Fiftytworecipesfrommymother, at the request of my children, Sarah and Sam, Sarah had been urging me to keep a daily (more or less) record of my cookings--the meals I make for myself in my (surprisingly) solitary life as well as those I make for friends. For whatever reasons, I've never done it.


But, after months of wandering, I've finally begun. As I haven't quite mastered the art of cooking for one, and love throwing together grand meals at the last minute, I have been encouraging friends to call to check on what I might have on hand any evening for a quick meal. Instructions can be found in my entry for March 20th--What's in Naomi's Refrigerator.

This is primarily a record of the meals I prepare for myself and others, accompanied by "mug shots" of the food (when I remember to photograph before eating). Shot by my phone, with no styling, they may not capture their subjects at their best, but so be it.



Monday, April 2, 2012

April 2nd. Another Leftover Lunch. Another dinner on the town

Breaking many rules, I spent too much time in yoga thinking about lunch.  Going through (not for the first time) the contents of my refrigerator, is it any wonder I skipped a whole sequence (this is an ashtanga class where you go through a memorized series of poses), as I mentally constructed  a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon, tomato and avocado.  And it wasn't just the sandwich on my mind.  I had an appointment to have my teeth cleaned at 2:30--could I get home, make this sandwich, take a shower, clean my teeth before their cleaning, and get to the dentist in less than an hour?  No wonder so many poses slipped right off the mat.

Is it possible I did none of the above?  Maybe I managed two out of five.  Given the limited time, I had to abandon my dream sandwich and instead re-heated Saturday's brussels sprouts with last week's rice and beans, before giving my teeth a good cleaning.  For the first time in years, Gail the hygienist, did not scold me for lax flossing.  For small triumphs, we are indeed thankful.

No dinner worries.  Carol and I went to the opening of the Herb Ritts exhibit at the Getty where we had fine drinks and snacks on the patio before partying our way through the art--a grand retrospective of Ritts' work--with a splendid room of celebrity photographs through the decades and celebrity sightings as well (though not by me).  High glamour all around.
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