Read too many cookbooks (especially websites, like this one
), and you may find yourself in the mood for experimental cooking.
This gets awkward when most of your dry goods are in a box (just one--our TEA box is the same size!), due to moving the weekend after this one (argh!). *
But! I have emerged triumphant, as my roommate neglected to pack the bulgar wheat. I also caused a container of mozarella balls to be purchased sometime in the last five days, and we had a bit of minced garlic left in the jar.
I fried the minced garlic in butter and dark mushroomed soy sauce, then stirred in the cheese until it started to melt. Pulled the cheese out, and dumped the remainder of the sauce-thingy into the pot with the simmering bulgar wheat.
It's interesting. The wheat's still just a touch crunchy, and it melds nicely with the cheese.
(and yes, o my roommate, that would be WTF happened to the stove.)*: yes, we've been inside. Kitchen is significantly better than our current one. I have nefarious plans regarding the laundry-alcove slider [which STICKs] and my closet doors. I will be losing between ten and fifteen square feet of space--no attached doom!closet in the downstairs bedroom--and the roommate will be gaining significant space. She's getting the upstairs bedroom, which, when you add in a doom!closet and a bathroom (with walk-in shower), comprises the whole of the upstairs. We plan to put the library up there with her, and to put in panel-dividers to give her defined space that isn't bookshelves. Twenty-one boxes of books, so far, and we're not done yet. Oi.