I Even Cook In My Dreams

Hippogirl is eating- nothing, still too fooded-out from pesah. Starbucks later, maybe.

I had the weirdest dream last night.

It was Friday afternoon in my apartment in the Heights- only somehow it was also magically Los Angeles as well- and I had invited the entire world- including a bunch of my professors from Revel (a program I dropped out of, incidentally,) to Shabbat Dinner. But it wasn't just any Shabbat Dinner, it was the Friday night after Pesah! I hastily put up pareve cholent from leftover potatoes and a can of turtle beans, then left for shul (you know it's a dream, because I never go to shul Friday night in real life- except in my previous apartment, which was less of a shlep).

Anyway, I come back from Shul and everyone is there and hungry. I realize I'd forgotten to make absolutely everything. I rummaged up a box of matza and half a bottle of wine and ppl made kiddush and hamotzi. I served the hastily prepared cholent for a soup. And then while people were eating, Hippoboy and I began to frantically rummage through my fridge for food to serve. There were lots of vegetables that had been in there all of pesah but were miraculously still fine. We began to slice and dice and prepare these elaborate salads out of nothing. While these were run to the table and I began to panic at not having a main course, I sat down on the floor of my kitchen (another conspicuous difference with real life, as my kitchen itself has no floor but is in a closet attached to another room)and began to rummage despondently through another freezer that magically had materialized. I was rather glum untill I turned around and saw Hippoboy, who spoke words of comfort, telling me that it would be a lovely dinner and look how many nice things had already happened! Then we found a quiche for a main dish and pecan bars for dessert.
So that means we had

Potato-blackbean soup
Assorted Salads (some of which were quite beautiful, hearty, and mealish)
Quiche
Pecan bars
Matza and Wine

Would you like to have been at this meal?

In Which Hippogirl Feels Ambivalent About Food

I seem to be suffering from food overload. I am home for the paschal holiday, and the amount of food I have consumed is frankly excessive. And it is not the whole grain, low fat food of my concoctions in my apartment, oh no! Plus only some of it (my mother's, actually; and some delicious pesah churros (??? they were morrocan, sweet, and inexplicably composed of potatoes and sugar, fried!) was any good. Plus my tummy has been cranky since I got off the plane. Second days will be more vegetable focused and more detoxifiying, I hope.

"Cream" of Broccoli- The Soup of Desperation

Hippogirl is eating: See title

If matza is the bread of affliction, then what I just made today is the soup of desperation. A few days left before Pesah and almost no food in the house, I decided to rummage up something that turned out pretty good actually, considering the circumstances.
Note to self- frantically trying to get the mice which seem to have invaded my domicile to leave doesnt seem to fall under the heading of cleaning for pesah, but it feels just the same.

I chopped up an onion and two garlic cloves and set them to sautee in my trusty soup pot. Then I added the remmnants of a bag of frozen broccoli and a telma soup cube- peccavimus! Thinking I'd puree it later, I also added half a can of white beans and cooked the heck out of it while I was waiting for my super to move my fridge to look for mouseholes.

Incidentally, he found one behind the oven.

I took the soup off the fire- because my super had to move the oven- and pureed it with my stickblender, added some more salt, some hungarian hot paprika, and some nutmeg.

Not bad, and pretty creamy to boot.

Take that, mousies!