How exceedingly strange to accidentally run into your best friend from seven years ago (having not seen her for three) and be able to chat reasonably easily but not know fully who they are any more.
The past two days have shown me what a gamble it is to meet and greet online recipes.
My grand excitement at the sight of two somewhat rotten banana’s in our pantry flew to a melancholic desire for hot beautiful banana bread. Are you getting sick of adjectives yet? By the way, it has to bread, not cake. Cake is not the same.
I improvised at the supermarket and returned with baking powder and baking soda to make sure I had all my bases covered. That of course was perfectly alright (and it did turn out to be baking soda) until I realised that I didn’t want to drive the 20 minutes back to my parents place to get the recipe, nor was anyone likely to be home to share it should I bother to call them up OR, I’m lazy. No problem. Google is a brilliant tool. So Isobelle and I perused a few quickly and settled on something that looked pretty standard.
We figured out the tiny little convection oven for the first time and after a short 10 minutes it smelt glorious.
The ripper of the recipe failed to include sugar and the brilliant cook I am didn’t even think about it.
Tonight I was seeking inspiration for dinner on a very minimalist pantry – plenty of baking powder – I came across a pasta sauce online that had three ingredients plus an optional basil pesto.
- Spinach
- Sour Cream
- Can of Tomatoes
A somewhat odd assortment of things to have lying around, but all (bar the can which can keep) were there AND needed using up. Whaalah! A lot of pepper and a pinch of regret over the lack of basil, and I had dinner.
Being not the biggest fan of chunky tomatoes I declared to myself that pasta was good but not great. Geoff however seemed to think it was pretty alright and generally he has better taste than me.
Corny Conclusion: Recipes from the internet should always be used but never be trusted.