Mimsy and I Fend for Ourselves

Mrs. Poppy went to a concert tonight with some friends, leaving Mimsy and I to fend for ourselves. We could have gone through some fast food drive-thru, Mimsy would not have objected to some French fries, but I wasn’t in the mood, and I was the one that would have to drive since Mimsy can’t reach the pedals, so we just stayed home.

A quick inventory of the pantry yielded the makings for a respectable meal; orecchiette pasta, some tiny “gourmet” tomatoes, and a wedge of parmesan cheese. It was tailor-made for a variation of “cacio e pepe.”

I could have sautéed the tomatoes, but roasting would yield a more intense flavor and provide me with some time to putz around on the computer.

Mimsy was content with a gourmet meal I prepared, consisting of a 50-50 mix of dry kibble and soft dog food. She rarely critiques my food prep skills.

It’s rare that I’m cooking for one, it certainly complicates things. Pasta is a great solution for controlling portions, just toss in as much as you need.

Mimsy is not much of a conversationalist, leaving me to do most of the talking. This must be how  Mrs. Poppy feels, as I tend to be the quiet one.

Some chopped spinach was a last minute, unplanned addition to the pasta, but a welcome one.

I’m a little over a year away from retirement. There is always the question of how spouses react from being together a few hours of the day to being together 24-7. I think we will be just fine.

Right now I need to go down and clean up the kitchen, and maybe toss a few McDonalds wrappers around.