When I was by myself I'd make rice in the cooker every three days. A can of white beans with honey and molasses in a saucepan for 20 minutes, half poured over a third of the rice, half put up for another day. A half-can of pintos over the rice, add onions and tabasco, top with grated cheddar. A handful of fishsticks over the last third of rice, seasonings as preferred.
I always keep bags of frozen cheese tortellini and chopped spinach on hand. Throw a serving of tortellini and some chopped spinach in boiling water, drain, add a spoon of yogurt, cottage cheese, ricotta, whatever you like and have on hand, top with shredded white cheddar and asiago.
Keep on hand: Broccoli, asparagus, Brussels sprouts, wash, clean as needed, cut the broccoli into smaller trunks, steam for 10 minutes, give or take, dust with sea salt, toss the sprouts in butter, serve.
These are things I will eat that don't take any thought or much prep. They kept me fed and I didn't get scurvy, so.
Glad you're okay, Maria! Update when you can.
I have to keep easy-to-make meals around because I am so bad at feeding myself most of the time. Canned soup, tuna salad, chicken salad, frittatas, frozen microwavable dinners, easy sandwich stuff.
I pretty much ate bagels and cream cheese and cheerios with milk every day when I lived alone.
Jeez, fine, I'll cook something
What are "Things I don't have in my house today"?
Hint: nearly everything y'all have listed
Handful of grated cheese and some olives from a jar that's been living on the refrigerator door = charcuterie plate.
In all fairness, my therapist told me I can't consider that a meal. I told her that Aldi has pre-shredded gouda and gruyere and that's pretty damn fancy. She said it still wasn't a meal, but if I would melt the cheese on an English muffin I'd be getting closer to a meal.
Damn, that sounds good.
Sounds like a meal to me. I've eaten a can of olives by itself as a meal recently and was perfectly satisfied.
Possibly my judgment in this area is suspect.
Now that I have assembled dinner and started it cooking it will apparently never finish. Cruel fate toys with me.
Praise be, the end is sight. Half an hour, I can hang on that long....
