From the freezer to your table
Sometimes, a home cooked meal counts as a wonder of the civilized world. Don’t get all uppity about that 5-star restaurant in a world class vacation spot. Go closer to home. There, are you hungry yet?
There is an antipode moment. I’m talking about your trip into a jungle; the place you refer to as “the freezer”. Again, not at the other end of the world. Probably in your garage, or your basement if you tend to like climbing summits (the stairs, silly). And to keep that freezer full, you had to discover the glassed-in showcase at the local supermarket. That’s where the store stocks the one food you can always fall back on… frozen pizza.
I tend to favour the cheap ones. Found on sale and brought home by the armful, so you are always ready for the impulsive meal. Today, mine had three meats (sic) and a stuffed crust. And since delivery is a foreign concept where I live, I simply planned my supper a half-hour before serving time. Fire up the oven (electrically). Unwrap the fully prepared and balanced supper. OK, four suppers. I’m going to delight in this delight until late tomorrow, because some times home cooking isn’t on the schedule.
Now, I appreciate the science involved. I also pay attention to the nutritional values of something prepared with bread, cheese, proteins, a sauce that made a tomato suffer, spices. Rare spices, I hope. But at the sale-price point (less than $5), I’m going to accept that this is calories for the budget conscious. And cleanup? Tomorrow.
