All I will say, is that it is a miracle that any food arrived on the table for lunch.
I have lost track of the days and weeks at the moment. It seems like a life time ago since the President extended lockdown, when it fact it hasn’t even been a week.
What is sleep? I don’t even sleep anymore, I catch a few hours at home and then a nap in the car when it is quiet at work and that’s about it.
My eating habits have gone to the dogs, my stomach has doubled and rolls have appeared where I never knew rolls could and all of a sudden I am developing athletes foot. Which is very annoying especially since I wear closed shoes to work and have to will myself not to take of my shoes and scratch.
I try to stick to a food menu, but it is very difficult. I will defrost everything in the morning, planning ahead what I am going to make when I get home and then when I get home, my parents what something completely different. My mother will want a pizza and my dad well all he seems to be wanting is hot cross buns, he keeps buying a pack whenever he passes a Woolworths. Once of these days he is growing to grow a raison on the tip of his nose the way his consuming them.
I try chopping and cutting and getting my spices ready the night before in the vain hope that everything runs smoothly when it comes time to cooking. That is in a perfect world. I have a JR that has now associated me standing in front of the stove with food and everything that goes into the pot needs to be first inspected and sniffed by him and if its meaty then he needs to have a small taste. Even roti, he can eat raw roti dough like it is no one’s business. He will sit at the counter and whine and moan and cry till my mother shouts at me for teasing him and then he gets his way, everytime.
This evening I didn’t plan anything, I just rummaged around in the fridge till I came up with items that were near the end of their lives, typed in what I had on the computer and hey presto is came up with a recipe for me.
Of course there was no pleasing everyone at the table. My mother didn’t want to eat the mushrooms and my dad didn’t want to eat the peas. I swear this is God pushing me to my limits. When I was growing up, I always said I wanted six kids, I currently have 2 grown up children in the form of my parents and I have decided to six those 6 future kids of zero future kids…nope not going to happen I am too old to deal with picky eaters nope no no way… sorry mother, you want grandkids you going to have to ask Leo.
All in all, I enjoyed this meal and to please everyone it was served with roti.
- 1 x onion, finely chopped.
- 3 x tbsp. olive oil.
- 1 x tsp mustard seeds.
- A few curry leaves.
- 1 x tsp cumin seeds.
- 1 x tsp fennel seeds.
- 3 x cloves garlic, finely chopped.
- 250g x mushrooms, sliced.
- 1 x tin crushed tomatoes, liquidized.
- 2 x tsp chili powder.
- ½ x tsp turmeric cpowder.
- 200g x spinach.
- 150g x frozen green peas.
- Salt to taste.
- Heat the oil in a pot.
- Add the seeds and allow to fry for a few seconds.
- Add the onions, curry leaves and salt.
- Saute till the onions are soft and starting to brown slightly.
- Add the garlic and toss.
- Add the tomatoes, cover and allow to cook till they have released all their waer.
- Mix in the spices.
- Add the mushrooms and toss.
- Cover and allow the mushrooms to release their water and cook down.
- Add the spinach and peas and mix.
- Cover and cook till the peas are cooked through and the spinach has wilted.