For the last couple of months, my major goal in life has been to not throw away food (yes, my life goals could use some refining), which means I’ve been doing a lot of cooking to use up my almost-bad food.
I am a cooking machine over here, pretty much. Also, an ingredient-Googling fool. But we will ignore that.
Some recent successes:
I feel like I am CONSTANTLY looking at brown bananas – I freeze them if I can’t use them right away, but I already have a giant bag of them, which means I now have an excuse to make this seriously delicious banana bread about twice a week: Buttermilk Banana Bread. Also uses up my buttermilk. Hallelujah. Also, it’s the bane of my existence that Kayla doesn’t like bananas because I have to fight the urge to tell her about this bread approximately ten times a day. In fact, I’m going to go make a loaf as soon as I’m finished with this post. And then probably eat it all myself
And then, in an effort to, for the first time in my life, not throw away the remainder of my ricotta cheese, this pound cake. Which was to die for. Also, it used up the last, sad looking orange from when I bought a giant package of them on the reduced-produce shelf. Even Bart, who is deeply skeptical about ricotta cheese in any non-pasta product (besides cannolis), loved this.
A few nights ago, I realized I had a half can of artichokes in my fridge and since I find artichokes painfully expensive, the thought of throwing them away was horrifying. Which meant. . . time to Google like an insane person. I didn’t have any french bread, but I made this topping and we ate it as a side dish. And after dinner, I. . . well, I um, drank the rest of the sauce. It was that good.
And my leftover box of orzo? Became this dish. We would have fought over the leftovers for lunch the next day, but I’m pregnant, so I automatically get them if I want them. Score.
Tonight: Blueberry Frozen Yogurt. After dinner can’t come soon enough. . . .