What comes out of the kitchen here is usually a reasonable indicator of my joie de vivre. Let’s just say last night’s dinner was something of a low point. Given it was risotto without Arborio rice, then how could it be anything other than disappointing? Basically it was just rice and peas with bacon. I found myself without energy or enthusiasm to even chop and cook a little onion and garlic.To make matters worse, the bacon was grilled to the burnt side of crispy. Bland, bland, bland (with burnt bits).
Today I felt compelled to buy Tamarillos. I’ve never cooked Tamarillos before so I took this compulsion as a good sign.Maybe the jet lag is lifting and and I am on the verge of getting a little enthusiasm back. Perhaps I will do something fabulous with them.
Right now they are sitting in the fruit bowl looking handsome. I am cautiously optimistic.