I’ve been pushing myself to get back into cooking and working out regularly since i broke my pattern after coming back from Europe. I keep cooking the SAME dishes out of convenience, and i figure poor Clem must be freaking bored of it.

I think it’s good enough if i cook twice on weekdays, cos other nights i’m sure to be out at events or meeting friends for dinner+drinkies. So when i go to the super, i plan out what i want to cook for the week and buy just enough groceries and a bit of extra vegetables and fruits for my snacks.

I finished work late on Monday and rushed home to make pastry for a vegetable quiche.

Poor Clem saw the page opened to a French quiche and excitedly asked, “Are we having bacon in the quiche?”
My answer: “No. It’s a vegetable quiche.”
Bacon is bad! And i think he eats enough bacon in his weekly English breakfasts so i’m not gonna support further intake of a processed food chocked with sodium.

The inside turned out great but the pastry was a disaster cos i didn’t put aside enough time to let it set in the fridge nor oven.
Crap.

Then yesterday i turned to cooking a bolognese (i just wanted to finish a jar of sauce in my cupboard and not plan to buy anymore, trying to divert to as freshly-prepared foods as possible, but the kiasu-ness in me wanted to finish something i bought. -_-)
At the same time, i wanted to finish all the vegetables in the fridge cos we’re flying to Kuching for Sa’s birthday this weekend, so i decided to make… a vegetable bolognese :p

Clem: “Is there mince meat in the bolognese?”
Me: “No… i want to finish all the vegetables before we leave…”
Clem: “… Urm, are you only gonna be cooking with vegetables from now on?”

He sounded so pitiful haha but NO, i’m not so extreme. I DO plan to cook fish and free-range chicken, and a good steak every few weeks; but i just FELT like having more vegetables this week! Poor guy.

Anyway, it was already 8pm and i was tired but i finished chopping and prepping herbs, celery, tomatoes, broccoli, portobello mushrooms, garlic and onions. I checked the bolognese jar for the expiration date but couldn’t find it. Then i poured the sauce in and let it simmer. After 15 minutes, i thought it smelt weird.

Me: “It smells weird.”
Clem: *leans into pot and sniff* “No… it smells okay to me. Like tomato sauce.”
Me: “… i don’t know. Something is not right.. it smells a bit sour.”
Clem: “Did you check the date?”
Me: “I couldn’t find it!”

I fished the washed jar and cap out of our recycling bins and pushed them to Clem to inspect.
He found the expiration date on the side of the thin wide metal cap.
And it was… expired middle of last year.
Waddafudge.

Clem: “What a stupid place to put the date…”
Me: “AGHHHHH all the veggie… now we have to throw everything away!”

Damn heartache man.
Thanks to my kiasuness of wanting to finish a jar of sauce, i end up wasting fresh food.
I can’t stand wasting food!!!
The portobello mushrooms! The tomatoes and broccoli…
I’m still feeling sore about it today.

In the end Clem had toast with mortadella and cheese,
while waiting for an ordered sandwich from La Bodega.
I had two bites of his toast, and a bunch of cut up vegetables in yoghurt, and half a fried rice.

SAD!

Oh well. Lesson learnt.

(Still sad. I’ll get over it after having vented it out here.)

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