Grandma was a practical person. So I felt good cooking dinner, while trying to use up as many ingredients as possible from what she left behind. I know she would approve. Waste was so distasteful to her.
I can hear her in my head all the time, saying what she would have said. Today, it would be the standard, “Christine, what you cook today?”
She was always terribly disappointed if we were having leftovers, or sandwiches. And she was so proud of DH for becoming a great cook that she had been gifting him with aprons and potholders and things.
I’m sure she would laugh at me, making room in the shelves, all the while DH joking and saying what I usually say, “Don’t buy any canned goods until we make room in the pantry!”
I made stir-fry chicken, using up a half bottle of soy sauce, cup of Vouvray wine, can of sliced water chestnuts, and three cups of jasmine rice.
Bon travail.
