I know that I have brought up a typical day in the cookin' in heels house before, but another standard practice is that I arrive at home, change into sweats, take her royal Arnie-ness on a walk,
work out (on a good day, but who am I kidding . . . this hasn't happened in months), then set to cooking. And, a good 25% of the time, I stand in the pantry, hand on head, with a crinkled nose and generally pissed off expression, wondering what in the WORLD I'm going to make for supper because necessary item a, b, or c is not in the pantry (or fridge, or freezer, or liquor cabinet) like I thought.
This . . . is exasperating. I found myself in such a situation just days ago, when I had intended to make some lasagna roll-ups for two. They were to be heatlhy and easy and PASTA, so it sounded good to me! But alas, my ricotta cheese had . . . how shall we say . . . gone bad. Turned pink, to be exact, which I'm pretty sure is not a sign of freshness. So I set off to make something else! Something tasty! Something so the BF wouldn't keep asking "When's dinner? What are we having? When will it be ready?"
I boiled four lasagna noodles, let them cool, then browned a quarter of a pound of ground beef with a small white onion. To that I added the usual suspects: red pepper, basil, garlic, salt, pepper, and oregano. I let the mixture cool, then mixed in about 1/4 cup of toasted bread crumbs, a tablespoon of parmesan, 1/4 cup of mozzarella, and an egg white.
I layed each noodle out and put two layers of baby spinach on the noodle, followed by 1/4 of the beef mixture, then rolled them up and put them in a small baking dish that had about 3 tablespoons of store bought pasta sauce in the bottom. I dumped some more sauce over the top, sprinkled it with more mozzarella, and threw the darn thing into the oven, hoping it would turn out.
AND IT DID! I was quite pleased with myself. The BF inquired as to whether there was more sauce (thank GOD I had dumped a decent amount over the top of the pasta. I wouldn't want to leave him sauceless, after all) but told me that it was good!
Sometimes making things up on the fly works out. But I will never leave ricotta unsupervised again.
I saw these shoes in a magazine (Allure, maybe? I can't remember) a few months ago while I was getting my hair did, and promptly snapped a picture with my phone and zipped the picture over to a pal in Tennessee with directions to find them because, obviously, I had to have them. They were nowhere to be found. Until recently.
Image via Nordstrom.
While I would be slightly concerned that the buckle would chafe my delicate ankles, it would be worth it.