One of my favorite things in the world is food. I like good old down home country cooking. Comfort food, you know, meat and potatoes.
Unfortunately cooking for one, I don't always get to eat the way I did growing up. For instance there's a venison roast sitting in my freezer waiting for an occasion where there will be more than just me to eat it.
I refuse to waste a good venison roast, even though I've been craving it, just because I can't eat it all by myself. This roast is big enough that I probably wouldn't be able to eat all the leftovers without getting tired of the same thing all the time.
As a result of things like that I wind up eating quite a bit of quick and easy junk. I've figured out how to accent some of it, for instance Totino's combination pizzas are fairly tasty if you top them off with your own olives, mushrooms, and mozzarella cheese, and they're about the right size for a small meal for me.
Lately, I've been getting chided for my junky eating habits. Cowboy Mechanic is sure that I'm so thin I'm going to wither up and blow away if I get caught up in something and miss a single meal, so he'll oh-so-subtly ask me what I'm having for dinner, or what I had for lunch, to make sure I'm not starving myself.
I don't mind that so much, he's honestly concerned about my well being, and lets face it, sometimes I do get busy and not slow down to eat, which isn't good for me. It's kind of handy to be reminded sometimes when I get caught up in writing, or reading. Other times I feel like being a smart aleck and I just tell him I had a stick of gum earlier, and I'm not hungry.
He's slowly figuring out that I'm not starving myself, and I'm not gonna get "fattened up." If a lifetime of Farmmom's cooking didn't do it, ain't nothin gonna do it.
Anyway, I tend to eat a lot of the little chicken tenders, because they come in a big ol' resealable bag. Pull out three or four, cook em up one way or another, and put the rest of them back in the freezer.
Tonight it was four of them, baked with butter, garlic powder, sea salt, and pepper, along with some broccoli alfredo flavored Lipton Pasta Sides, and corn. Mmmmm.
In other food news, Farmmom told me that Farmdad made a big batch of jambalaya today, so I'll have some rich cajun goodness come Thursday night. Farmdad's jambalaya is sooo good, even with being so spicy I can only eat little bowls at a time, with lots of tortillas with butter to help my taste buds survive.
It wouldn't be the same if it didn't blow the top of my head off when I took that first bite.