Squashing Hunger

I think about food a lot. I mean, I think about it all day. That might be because I have nutritional responsibility for three others in my family, or it might just be because I really like to eat. I can appreciate everything from a fine filet mignon to a satisfied craving for crunchy cheetos. I consider myself a relatively adventurous eater (within reason) and will try (almost) anything once. That could have something to do with the fact that I refuse to be one of those rotating weekly menu type of people. Like it or not, my family and friends are subjected to a steady stream of culinary experiments.

For example, I am occasionally inclined to purchase strange produce, like the spaghetti squash I tried last week. In case you wondered, I microwaved it and separated the angel-hair thick strands with a fork just as directed by my Wegmans recipe. Then, I mixed it with parmesan cheese, garlic, thyme, sour cream, yogurt, etc. (the recipe called for creme frache and Asiago cheese, but I wasn't in the mood for the financial commitment this week - thank you crashing stock market). It was pretty good, but a little bitter. My husband actually ate it, which means it was at least reasonably palatable (he's pretty picky), but the kids weren't interested. It was fun enough that I think I might need to try another sometime. I've had quite a few, more successful trials lately, like the lentil cookies, but I'll save those for another post.