I now understand why people have a “moving day”, rather than a moving month.
For the last 3 weeks, I have been slowly packing and moving boxes between houses, waiting for that sweet day that me and all my boxes will have a home for the year.
And let me tell you, this does not allow the joy of cooking.
Not only did I pack up most of my dry herbs and spices a week ago in naive belief that I didn’t need them, but most of my pans, plates, cutlery and baking trays are dormant in my parents’ loft.
Because of my impatient and poorly organised moving plans, my cooking has become very limited – or maybe minimalist? That sounds cooler. Yeah, minimalist.
So, in my new found zen kitchen (which has definitely not experienced tears of frustration whilst trying to cook stew in a frying pan), I possess:
- One large frying pan
- A small saucepan
- A smoothie maker/blender thingymabobby
- One plate
- One bowl
- A fistful of assorted cutlery
- A kettle
- A chopping board
- One knife
- A rice cooker
And from this, some delicious and some not so delicious experiments have occured.
I also decided to eat my way through the mixture of random food left in my cupboards and freezer, so some nights have been mad concoctions of half frozen veg, half pesto pasta with a bean burger plonked on top. Other nights have been simply a hash of random veggies wilting in my fridge drawers on top of the last of the couscous I bought in November.
However…
I managed to find the perfect moving, I mean, minimalist meal. Healthy, tasty, cheap, and looks like it takes more effort than it does. I have made it 3 times in one week and still can’t get enough.
Cajun-inspired stew, a quick version of the Creole classic; Gumbo.
I am currenty writing up the recipe for this life-saving meal, so check it out on the blog!
So, I may end up eating this for every meal until I move out. Won’t hurt, will it?
The Kitchen @ Bury St 