I can’t cook rice. I’m not alone in that in this house, but I keep quiet about it. It should be cooked through yet a little al dente. Instead, it’s mush. Doesn’t matter who makes it or how, mush.
I don’t think I can stomach another dinner of chicken breast cooked at a rolling boil to maximize that scum that floats on top, boiled until it gets dry and tough. Then served in chunks with mushy rice supplemented with a handful of frozen mixed vegetables.
I tell her it’s good. It’s edible only because I add hot sauce to mine and wash it down with Côtes du Rhône.
I saw the doctor yesterday, and my bandage from ankle surgery was removed. Even before that was done, I knew it was very swollen from the tight feeling and the pain. I got a boot now and can hold about 50% of my weight on that leg, but at least I’m no longer 100% dependent on crutches. It’s so annoying not being able to move and take something with you unless you can grip it in your mouth while hobbling. So I spent most of the time in an office chair in the kitchen using it like a makeshift wheelchair to retrieve things from the fridge and such.
But I’m getting close to being able to stand in the kitchen and get back to cooking. Don’t get me wrong, she’s doing good most meals even if getting a bit testy at following my directions. That, and she makes great ceviche which we had Saturday.
We’ll have veggie cheeseburgers tonight. Despite being a carnivore, I like some of those. Probably have the ones made mostly of chickpeas, but I have the spicy black bean patties too. I might take a stab at fresh cut fries, although she’ll probably need to help. The big bonus is I got my first tomatoes from the deck, lettuce, tomato, red onion, ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise.