I know it’s bad when I open the refrigerator and say to myself, “Hmm, this might tax even my extraordinary cooking skills.”
2 potatoes.
I don’t even have any olive oil, since I haven’t exchanged the last bottle I bought. (Non-expeller-pressed olive oil, tastes and smells like solvent.)
Oh wait, I have wild rice. I also have some purple potatoes on the counter that I forgot about, and some garlic. This might turn out well after all! I even crumbled up some leftover uncooked rice pasta shells.
It’s still plain, even with spices. At this point, after coming home from a 6-9:30 class, heavenly. Manna indeed.