Masterminx

I tried out a new recipe last night. It was fairly long on the preparation side, but it sounded really good.

I spent over an hour putting it together. I sorted through a bundle of spinach leaves, washing and trimming the stems. I picked the best and largest leaves, and put the rest in a bag for salads later.

While the spinach dried, I mixed a pound of ground turkey with a cup of brown rice, an egg, thyme, oregano, minced garlic, and onion. Then, I spent the bulk of my time scooping little half-spoonfuls of the turkey mix into a spinach leaf, rolling it up, and placing it into a neat pattern in a baking dish.

I made two cups of broth and poured it over the rolls, and put the whole thing in the oven. It had to cook for almost an hour.

Meanwhile, I put up with KJ's grumbling and bitching, telling me to put away the dishes he was washing--while I was cooking--and just being generally grouchy. The capper to that was the fact that he was passed out on the couch before the timer had reached the half-way point.

In the last ten minutes, I made mashed potatoes. I served myself, and ate. I was pleased with the outcome. The recipe was worth all the work and hassle. I left the food out, covered, for KJ and watched a couple of movies.

He eventually woke and made a plate for himself. Between the two of us, we barely made a dent in the layers of spinach rolls in the dish. I was looking forward to a few lunches or dinners from my efforts. But, I didn't put the leftovers in the fridge because the dish was still too hot to pick up with bare hands. I decided to let it cool for a while.

You guessed it. I woke up this morning, and found the covered dish sitting on the stove where I left it. I don't know what pisses me off more: the fact that I did all of that work and wasted the product, or the fact that I have wasted all of that food when I can't afford to waste anything at all.

God, I'm just kicking myself.

Here's a link to that awesome recipe: Spinach Rolls