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Day 10: Sunday Dinner

It was very odd having a weekend where the usual rhythms were so disrupted.  But today, I had Zoom yoga, followed by (Zoom) coffee, with my dear friend Kathleen, just like we might (in person) on a normal Sunday.  I did more yard work in the afternoon, and made very good progress. A pre-dinner FaceTime check in with my buddy Julie K.  And tonight, we cooked.

Cabbage Curry and Chana Masala
In graduate school, I learned to cook Indian food, for a few reasons.  First, it's delicious.  Second, many delicious dishes are vegetarian (as was my roommate, Simone). Third, once you have the spice rack set, it can be cost-effective and made from pantry ingredients.


Manjula's Kitchen is a source of many excellent recipes (including videos!), and she is who taught me to cook Indian food.  If you don't have asofoetida, you can replace it with a little garlic or onion.  It might take a little bit of investment in the spice collection, but once you have the technique down, it's really easy to whip up delicious meals.  Her chana (chole) masala is our go-to, and canned tomatoes work just fine.  

We also made cabbage curry, featured several years ago on this very blog. 

Burrito and Taco
The frozen burritos we picked up from Harris Teeter are no Reser's, the bean and cheese burrito of my childhood.  But the microwave-plus-toast-in-a-skillet technique made it substantially better.  Paired with a beef and black bean soft taco, to finish off those leftovers.


Egg Salad Muffin
Our Zoom breakfast with Kathleen featured egg salad on English muffin.  It really filled in all those nooks and crannies, and was a tasty combo!

Tomorrow, back at another Monday.  But not just another Monday-- Jeff's birthday!  I also did a little dessert-making today, but I'll save the big reveal for tomorrow.  Take care everyone!


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