A Year of Nomadic Foods

After I sold my place in Honolulu, I was able to stay at a friends place until it was time for me to fly out. I really had no idea of when or even if I would be returning. I have to say, that during that time I ran around eating all my favorite Hawaiian foods one more last time. By Hawaiian, I mean the all the various ethnic foods which have a special spin from being in Hawaii. When I passed through Texas, my friend there took me out for a Texican dinner. In Texas, they call it Mexican food, but it is not. That doesn’t distract how much I love Texican food.

As I traveled out side the US I found that each city I lived in offered me foods, which are special, and I miss after I pass on.

When I arrived in Cuenca Ecuador, I was so tired, I went a half a block from my Airbnb and (wait for it) ate Mexican food. Early the next morning I was woken by the squeaking of a wheelbarrow. Looking out my window, I saw a woman in indigenous dress pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with the biggest strawberries, artfully arrayed, which I had ever seen.

It wasn’t long before I located the farmers markets and learned which ones were best for buying what product. I even bought and cooked yucca for the first time. Produce was very inexpensive, but the main thing I miss from there is the potatoes. I have never had potatoes which tasted so good. As soon as I got that first big haul of vegetables home I made the first of many soups. So far, no matter where I have lived, I have made a lot of soups.

The beef and pork is another thing I miss from Ecuador. It isn’t just that it is affordable, it is that it tasted so good. The beef was grass feed and the bacon was thick and meaty. I bought all my meat at the supermercado, since my command of Spanish wasn’t up to dealing with the butchers at the market. Chicken was expensive there, but the beef and pork was a steal.

I like to eat and drink things which are locally produced as often as I can. My favorite local drink was Zhumir. It is a cane alcohol, which smelt of molasses. The beer and wine, was good and cheap, but not something I dream about, as I do the Zhumir.

Being from Hawaii, where mangos are quite expensive, I went crazy in Cuenca where you can buy a whole bag of mangos for one US dollar. Eventually I got sick of mangos and stopped eating them until I got to Mexico.

One of my favorite things to do in Cuenca, was to walk down to the main plaza and have ice cream. Sometimes I would buy it from the store, but other times from street vendors. I learned that not everything that looked like ice cream was ice cream. (Flavored whipped cream on an ice cream cone. It was good!)

I miss the fresh bread. There were bakeries everywhere, but I had a favorite one. I bought chocolate disks from a woman at the farmers market. I would slice open a bread roll and fill it with butter and chocolate disks, before nuking it. Heaven! In Hawaii I always had to make my own bread, because I couldn’t find what I wanted in the bakeries there.

Street vendors and small shops were plentiful and had a wide array of very good inexpensive foods. There were food vendors at the big markets as well. I loved walking up to a lady standing behind a whole pig and asking for a pig lunch. I always made sure that I had 50 cents in my pocket to buy glazed peanuts when I saw a vender dashing in and out of traffic at stop lights.

I really liked the squeeze bag condiments, and thought I would miss them. I have since found that the countries I have visited have at least some of their condiments in squeeze bags.

When I think of Cuenca I really miss the street food, and that little restaurant where I had the best fondue I have ever had. In the middle of the Andes mountains, go figure.

A fruit vendor set up at the street corner near my building.
$5.50 worth of fruit and veggies from the farmers market
Carrot, celery, and onion soup, with bacon and boiled eggs.
With the Eggs added. The eggs here are never refrigerated. The date stamped on the shell lets you know how long you can leave them out on the counter.
The local booze Zhumir makes a great Gin and Tonic. Maybe Zhu and Tonic?
I will always remember the ice cream.
Roast pig lunch from the farmers market.
A kilo of porterhouse for about $10 USD
Glazed peanuts from a street vendor.
Yucca!
Ceviche de chochos
Churros
Salchipapas
Espumillas
Fresh bread and cheap mangos
Squeeze bag condiments
Oragnes from the wheelbarrow ladies
Plantain chips
An amazing number of potato verities
Ripe plantain
I only had dinner out once in Cuenca. It was worth the wait.

I really hated leaving Ecuador, but my visa ran out the day I left. It is a good thing I wasn’t delayed, or I might have had to pay a fine. After a quick stop in Texas for some more Texican food, I headed down to Guanajuato, Mexico, only to fall in love with real Mexican food.

I had only eaten mole once in my life. There was a small restaurants on the ground floor of one of the old mansions in Galveston. I don’t remember the name of it, but it was reputed to have the best Mexican food in Texas. The lady who ran it didn’t have a liqueur license, but she would let you bring in your cold beer and she would put it into the kitchen fridge and serve it to you with your meal. I remember loving that mole.

When I went shopping in Guanajuato I saw a huge bowl of mole in the deli section of the supermarket. I bought a container, which seemed to hold about enough for a batch of roasted chicken, and brought it home. I had no idea what to do with it. After a while on the internet, I had the general idea. I had to mix the mole with water, and cook it down. I think I used four or five times as much water as mole. I filled up the mole container with water, and poured it in. As it cooked down I just kept adding water, so by the time it was finished it was well cooked and it was the thickness of a heavy gravy. I was hard pressed to use it all. If I ever come across that sort of mole again, I will buy the smallest container I can.

The first time I had ever had tres leches cake was from a grocery store, in Corpus Christy, Texas, late one night after I had been working a marine survey job. I was glad in Mexico, that I could have the cake any time I wanted it. There was a nice little bakery down the street from my apartment, which always had it. I was so sad one day when I saw that the bakery was gone and was replaced by a takeout lunch spot.

As i travel, one of my favorite things to do is try out some of the local snack foods. In Guanajuato I found big inexpensive bags of flavored peanuts. In Mexico, they had American candy bars, but they were cheaper than in the US and they were different. I don’t like Milky Ways in the US, but the ones I got in Mexico were really good. The bars were smaller and thinner, so that the ratio between chocolate and filling was more to my liking. American candy bars aside, I went out of my way to eat as many of the local candies as I could find.

I had fallen in love with the candied peanuts I bought from street vendors in Cuenca, but wasn’t able to find any vendors in Guanajuato. I did find some at the candy store, but they were nowhere as good as the ones from the street vendors.

One of the more interesting candies is Tamarin paste. It comes in a nice little decretive pot with a small paddle, which you use to eat the paste. I am still not sure if I like it or not. Something that I love, but was so expensive in Hawaii, is Nutella. I have found the price on Nutella to be shockingly low outside the US. Many a morning I breakfasted on crusty local bread and Nutella.

In Guanajuato, I didn’t have to go to a bakery for good bread. The supermarket had a great bakery. The bread was so cheap, that I suspect that bread is price controlled, or maybe even government subsidized in Mexico. The cheap ones were the standard bread rolls. The rest of the bakery’s offerings were much more costly. But even at that, they prices were much lower than in the US. I fell in love with the chocolate mice. They were a very moist brownies shaped like mice.

So far, every country I have lived in over the past year has had good coffee, at a good price. I think I might have ticked off an old friend, when I informed him that I would not check a bag, just to bring him lots of coffee beans. I bought some really cheap coffee here in Medellin. I was like, Damned this is good coffee. Then I stopped and thought, oh Colombia!

As anyone who follows my blog will know, I save a lot of money by cooking most of my meals in the Airbnbs. I learned that bullion cubes were an international product, when my ex and I were traveling in Greece. I have this problem where my blood doesn’t retain sodium. I found this out in boot-camp where the kitchen staff didn’t salt the food, there were no salt shakers on the tables, and we were told to drink Gatorade, so that we wouldn’t get … get this … WATER POISONING! I can’t drink drinks with sugar, even the lower amounts that Gatorade touts, so I wasn’t drinking that stuff. I began suffering from a really bad case of edema. The Coast Guard blamed that on my shots. Having an issue with sodium, usually isn’t a problem in the US, barring over zealous health fiends who think salt is bad for healthy young people with low blood pressure. For a while, I had no more trouble since US foods are so over salted, but in Greece, the food was so flavorful I never thought about salting it. I combated that round of edema by eating bullion cubes we found in a small market on Crete.

In the countries I have traveled in, I have been able to find the bullion cubes even when I don’t speak the langrage at all. Regardless of the language the packets look pretty much the same. In Poland, I was helped by the brand being the same one I used in the US.

I was lucky enough with the Airbnb to have an oven, in Mexico. A lot of Airbnbs don’t have them. I was able to roast a lot of chicken. The chicken was so tasty. All over town men stand on the sidewalk with igloo coolers at their feet. They are selling Cheese. It is my favorite cheese ever. The cheese here in Colombia isn’t anywhere near as good. I can however buy a nice selection of European cheeses in the larger market.

I bought a lot of food off the street. You would be surprised at all the things you can buy from street vendors. The photos in the slide show below, show a lot of the street food I bought and consumed. Often my day was planned around visiting my favorite vendors.

The Airbnb I was staying out was one of three apartments one on top of the other, owned by the same folks. For the first few weeks of my stay, my upstairs neighbor was an Irish girl. When she left, she left me all her food. She was a bit of a hippy chick, so I had to find was of using some of the odder foods she had given me. A lot of the stuff went into a bread pudding, including the almond milk. I had made the mistake of buying hotdog buns at the market. They were too soft for my taste, but they made a particularly good bread pudding.

Beer was cheap in Mexico, and very good beer at that. Beers that cost $8.00 a glass in an American restaurant, cost $3.00 a six pack. One of the ways I save money is to buy wine in boxes. I fell in love with the harsh box wines in Italy when I was at the University of Parma. I wasn’t buying wine in Mexico, because it was California wine. Finally the supermarket was having a big wine sale, so I broke down and bought some. When I read the back of the box, I realized that “California” was a brand name for a mix of Mexican, Chilean, and Argentinian wines.

Mole from the supermercado
Mole hits the skillet
Making the sauce
Mole chicken in the pan
Mole chicken on the plate
Mole eggs, not so good
Tres leche cake from the bakery down the street from my apartment, wonderful
I bought lots of flavored peanuts. These salt and lemon where my favorites.
More peanuts
Coffee beans were good
Double candy bar, was different than the Milkyways in the US. They were better.
A must have for soup
Tamarin candy in a pot. I am not sure if I like it or not. I will have to try it again someday
Nutella was far cheeper than in Hawaii
The glazed peanuts are not as good as in Cuenca
You don’t even want to know how many chocolate mice I ate
Booze, was not very good, but was very cheap.
I tried the local booze with tonic water. It wasn’t as good as the booze in Ecuador.
There are bagged condiments in Mexico too.
While not as good as the Polish pate, it was tasty.
The goat cheese was good, but pricy.
Honey is one of my favorite things to buy everywhere, when I could get it.
Flesh vegetables from small street shops were nice and cheap.
I ate a lot of the cheap chicken.
Mole with tortillas wasn’t one of my best recipes.
The cheese I have been looking for in so many places.
You can see how the cheese is twisted and knotted.
A street vendor, I didn’t buy from because she was handling money.
Cup of corn with mayo, like Elotes in a cup.
One of my favorite street vendors.
You can see the man sitting down taking the money.
Street Vendor
Spiced green garbanzo beans are a popular Mexican street food
You are left with the bean shells. I really didn’t like them, and didn’t buy them again.
Not all my Spanish tortillas turned out pretty, but it was tasty.
The dry stuff ready for bread pudding
The wet part of the bread pudding
The finished bread pudding
Gorditas were a favorite of mine. My second favorite vendor served food on paper plates.
I tried to get out of the apartment early enough in the day to get a cup of champurrado, before the vendor was sold out.
The bacon was very good in Mexico.
I didn’t buy this wine for a long time, since I try to buy local as I travel.
The give away, that it wasn’t actually California wine.
Cooking pancakes; I made up all the mix and froze them for later use
Candied Fruits; A lime, an orange, and a lime stuffed with coconut
Sides for the shrimp meal
Shrimp dinner at my local restaurant
Corn Ice Cream, at the seafood restaurant
Candies I loved; the top was with pecans the bottom was pine nuts
Green Chorizo, oven roasted
Shrimp cocktail at a street stand.
Seafood Soup, at the street vendor, which was so good.
Sides for the Seafood soup, at the street vendor’s stand. It wasn’t much different that at the restaurant.
Street vendor, who sold the shrimp cocktail and seafood soup. I sat on the other side of the stand.
Home made oat cake. This didn’t turn out too well. I put the remainder in the freezer and found it as I was cleaning ou to leave.
I walked home with my pizza. I like that they taped the box securely.
Local Pizza with sides of mayo and catchup
Grocery store pizza, also came with catsup
Taco, with mushrooms and poblano peppers.
A taco from my favorite street vendor
My favorite vendors, the man was the money handler. He never touched the food, and the ladies never touched the money. I wish I hadn’t got my finger in the way.
A snack of Dorilocos is composed of Doritos, chopped vegetables (carrots, celery, cucumber, and jicama, cueritos (pickled pig skin), Japanese-style peanuts (coated in wheat flour and soy sauce, then fried until crunchy), hot sauce, chamoy (a sweet-sour condiment made from pickled fruit), and a generous squirt of lime.
10 pesos of churros, made from strawberry dough.
A mushroom and green chorizo omelet, I made and ate with a crusty bolillo.
You can buy potato chips on the street dosed with hot sauce. I was amused to buy a bag of chips at the store, which came with hot sauce. They were really good with the sauce.
One day I realized that I could buy everything I needed for shrimp scampi at the market. Despite the town being in the middle of the mountains, it was known for its great seafood.
A burrito cooked on a planchet.
Fruit cup, with lots of mix-ins. I didn’t know what it all was, but I just kept nodding when she asked me if I wanted things.
A little pineapple bought from the back of a pickup truck. It was only four inches wide.
I nice thick piece of pork, with the right amount of fat. Not the tasteless pork I got in the US. The Mexican pork is more like what I remember from my childhood. 34.04 pesos was $1.78 USD at the time.
The local bread in Guanajuato made the tortas especially tasty. I liked the way they covered the plate with a plastic bag. When you finish you turn the bag inside-out around your trash, and hand the clean plate back for reuse.
Pistachio ice cream was my reward for going out for a nice long walk that day.
It was always well worth walking downtown to buy ice cream from the ice cream carts which stud the town.
My favorite drink on the street was fresh carrot juice.
This was called ice cream, but it was more like a sherbet. It was margarita flavor. It wasn’t good. After this I stayed away from the ice cream shops and stuck with the street carts.
Little trash was generated when I bought a bag of fruit juice.
The big difference of Warsaw from Cuenca and Guanajuato, is that like Houston and Honolulu, I had friends to hang out with.
Leaving Mexico for Honolulu, I had a nice breakfast in airport lounge

After leaving Mexico, it took me a while to get over all the food I was missing. While I was in Honolulu, my friend there, turned me on to smoothies made with avocados for the creamy element. I had never been able to have smoothies because bananas make me quite sick, despite how much I love them. After hanging out with my friends in Honolulu, I headed back to the mainland. I had to spend some time in Indianapolis for business, where I ate mainly in my hotel room, with my food being delivered. Except for one lunch when my real estate agent took me out for tea. That was nice, but since it was business, there are no photos. In Houston I hung out with my friend there, who surprised me with a cooking class.

The friend I stay with in Honolulu got me into smoothies.
While I was in town, I had to get summer rolls.
What would a trip to Honolulu be without geting a Musubi?
At the wine bar at my old local grocery store, in Honolulu. It was nice to be dining with an old friend.
Again, a friend takes my photo. The three of us got together for snacks and conversation at a beer and wine bar.
I really do have a lot of good friends.
Getting to gether with friends at a restuant which was my favorite when I lived in Honolulu.
Delivery food in Indy.
In the same order
The cooking class in Houston.
We made a lot of nice dishes, and ate them with some good wine.
I am glad my friend drug me to the class.
We also went to a beer garden in Houston. Don’t ask me why there is a huge champaine glass fountain in the middle of the place.

It was with a heavy heart that I headed off to Warsaw, going ever further away from my beloved Mexican (not Texican) food. I had no idea of the feast that awaited me in Warsaw. I am going to keep my remarks short, and let the captions in the slide show tell the story for the most part.

I will say that I picked a great location to live. There were so many things within an easy walk of my apartment; a upscale package store, a gourmet ice cream shop, a world class Italian restaurant, a beer garden, and a surprisingly well stocked convenience store. I often walked round trip nine miles to the other side of town to eat with my friend. That was the one thing that made Warsaw a really nice place to stay, having a friend to hang out with.

On one of my first walks I saw this sign. I never did get one. I regret that. I guess I will have to go back.
Once I got to Warsaw, I found that only was there a supermarket in an easy walk of the Airbnb, but there was a well stocked convenience store about 800 meters away from my front door. I was exhausted but was able to go that far for cold-cuts bread and pickles.
The best thing about Polish food was that I was often with a friend when I ate out. The soups were amazing.
The coffee was good too.
At home, I was burnt out on green leafy salads, so I made a cucumber, onion, and tomato salad. The cucumbers were particularly good in Warsaw.
The first time I ever used Uber Eats. I was very impressed, by both the service and the restaurant.
This is mushroom soup. Those huge chunks are mussrooms.
Something that I used to eat all the time when I was going to sea. When I saw that Poland has big tubs of Greek Yogurt for about $2.00 USD, it became my go to breakfast again.
I really enjoyed the very thin, crunchy crackers. The dip was fish roe paste.
I love lemon. I love marshmallows. I love chocolate. These were enough alone, to get me to return to Warsaw.
Carrefour supermarket had an amazing selection of inexpensive food.
The big difference of Warsaw from Cuenca and Guanajuato, is that like Houston and Honolulu, I had friends to hang out with.
My friend told me about eating pate on bread, with bilberry jam and horse radish. It sounds terrible, but it is so so good.
The Carrefour had beef tartar ready to be dressed. I got some and fixed it with the traditional onions and cornichons. It was a little too big for my jar.
There wasn’t too much in the way of street food in Warsaw. I really on saw food vendors on holidays. The good thing was there were lots of holidays.
It might look like a pierogi, but it is not. It is a piece of smoked cheese, which has been heated. It doesn’t melt. The topping is biilberry jam.
I really wanted to try the spiral chips, but his fryer went out of order. He would only sell hot ones. The ones standing up were just for show.
I had to get some cotton candy. It reminded me of my childhood.
When I see a line forming up for food, I join. Normally it means that the food is great. This time it meant that sorbet was free. It was also very good.
Free sorbet
I try to avoid restaurants that cater to tourist. I didn’t eat here, but I liked the sign. Who, knew we had so many kids of hotdogs.
Another wonderful soup; are you getting the idea that the Polish like their soups? That is an egg yoke shimmering under the surface.
Moments before I broke the yoke to stir it into the broth.
This was a small portion of ham hocks, potatoes and sauerkraut.
These are pierogis. At a milk bar, which is an expensive diner left over from Communist times.
The abidance at the chocolate bar was outstanding, and the music was good.
Not the best hot chocolate I had there, but pretty darn good.
A fancy plated meal, at a restaurant where the celebrities go. Yes, those are cabage rolls.
If I can’t decide what dessert to have, I will have two. I so love meringues.
My friends desserts were prettier than mine. That is only fitting since she is a regular customer.
Normally I don’t let people take my photo, but my friend is such a nice person, saying no to her was not an easy thing to do.
The best cup of hot chocolate I had in Warsaw, maybe in my life. It was 500 milliliters.
Soup with white sausages, what can I say?
Then there was the day, that my friend and I went to the food trucks for Philly cheese steaks. (and beer, let’s no forget the beer.)
I really didn’t care for shopping at the farmers market. The food was just as food at the supermarket.
One tiny, but tasty avocado from Spain.
The food at the milk bars was wonderful, but I had to wonder, how they managed to have a small chip out of every bowl and plate. The borsht in Poland was very different from any I had had before. It was really tasty.
A huge pork cutlet. We ordered each thing on separate tickets, so that as we finished each course we could take our next receipt to the kitchen and get our next course, and it would be warm.
Gaited beets, the little pellets on the tray were allspice I fished out of my soup. They make the soup taste wonderful, but you don’t want to be eating them.
Wait until you are in Belgium to eat waffles.
An easy walk from my Airbnb was a lovely park with a beer garden. Heaven!
Relaxing with a beer
Another park and another beer garden. Only drank a beer here once.
Wonderful, wonderful, ice cream store was dangerously near my Airbnb.
Refreshment tents were in all the parks. They served beer, snacks, and ice cream.
Also dangerously near my Airbnb, was my favorite Italian restaurant in the world. I would have walked clear across Warsaw for this risotto.
I have a deep weakness for strongly flavored crisps and beer; really really strong beer.
A nice little bar right in the middle of a big park.
Toasted bread with cheese, mushrooms, and catsup. It hit the spot.
I love potato pancakes.
It isn’t a loaf of bread, it was a portion of farm style pate. That is a piece of bread I was eating it with.
I liked my potato pancakes with greek yogurt and bilberry jam.
Homemade chicken soup, served with chunks of bread and cheese.
One of the top five meals I have ever eaten. Truffle stuffed gnocchi! I didn’t go back to eat it a second time because I was afraid that it wouldn’t be as good the second time.
My friend had the ravioli.
Pavlova is my favorite dessert lf all time. I couldn’t believe that in Warsaw, every restaurant and coffee bar served it!
Did I say, dangerously close ice cream shop?
Working my way through the beers on tap at my favorite beer garden.
On this visit I got around to ordering food. I was surprised when they handed me one of those buzzy light up things.
An artist put this plate together. Simple but elegant
About 40 meters from my front door was a great package shop. As I could say, dangerously close.
All I wanted was potatoes, I wasn’t in the mood for a burger, but they still served me the slaw.
A craft beer in the burger joint
Looks like a good price for bread, but that is about $1.00 USD!
Yep, the package store was too close.
Cheese, ham and catsup made my potato pancakes savory.
The Polish love their mushrooms. I did too. And the bread, you can’t beat Polish bread.
The pizza was okay, but I have had better.
A very nice tiramisu
Big meat on bed of sourkraut
One of my very favorite things in Warsaw was at a tapas bar. fried anchovies with an aioli sauce, with a glass of Cava.
One fo the dishes I had to go back to eat again before leaving. Roasted peppers on a bed of house potato chips.
A whipped cream desert at my favorite French restaurant in Warsaw
I pushed my desert over so my friend she could take a photo. I didn’t know that she was taking a photo of me.
Salmon with mushroom risotto.
The pirogies are shown with a cup of soup. The pirogies were served in a skillet.
Pirogies with chives, parmesan, and bacon sauce. Bacon sauce is bits of bacon in pork oil.
The bill from my last meal at my favorite French restaurant in Warsaw.
New friends well met at a wine tasting.
Me, wine, Warsaw, a winning combination
And we meet again over wine
A nice thing about a friend like mine, is that she loans me even more freinds.

I have to be honest, by the time I had been in Warsaw for three months, I was tired of the food and of the city. That is hard to believe, isn’t it? I was looking forward to getting to Medellin and seeing what the food was like here. But first it was back to Texas for my periodical Texican food fix. I guess I really should take more photos of my more mundane food in the US, for contrast to my nomad food. The only food related photos I have from this stay was the evidence of the dog slobber on around my bowl, which had had cheese in it.

When I got to Medellin I was disappointed that the traffic, made it where I didn’t like to walk around town. Also, it just isn’t a very photogenic city. However the food did not let me down. Neither did the people. The folks here have to be about the nicest people in the world. I really lucked out that my apartment has a good kitchen, and is large enough that I don’t mind spending most of my time inside. There are two good grocery stores nearby. I have been having a lot of fun cooking. For those times when I don’t want to cook, food delivery here is great and cheep.

Chicken soup
I like to make stock from the garbage leftover from previous meals. The garbage had been kept in the freezer, until there is enough to fill a pot.
I put my cooked beans in a bag to wait because I only had one pot, and I needed it to cook the stock.
The garbage is carrot, onion, parsnip and Garlic peels. Anything else that is cut off of vegetables during prep is kept for this. I also save and use chicken bones and skin.
Having taken the garbage out of the stock. At this point the garbage is ready to toss out.
The stock was a beautiful yellow color
I use the stock for making beans. Those dark bits are the black beans.
Unfortunately the beans took away that lovely yellow.
I found pork bits in the freezer section, I bought a few bags to keep in my freezer fot those times I don’t want to go shopping. I added this to the beans.
I tried cooking dried corn.
It was actually pretty nice. But after liking a little bit of it, I put too much in and had to pick it out as I ate.
I love to make soups, it is a great way for me to eat vegetables
This was about the right amount of the cooked corn. It was chewy, but made a nice contrast to the soft veggies.
A shelf in my pantry in the Airbnb; I like the signl serve packages. yes, those are Oreos.
My spice box in Medellin
Sort of a plowman’s lunch
I always love deviled eggs
French-toast with Marmalade. It was ugly, but good.
Fudge is a great memory. I still use my mother’s recipe. I leave enough fudge in the pot to make a treat after the fudge is cooling.
Two plates of fudge cooling in the fridge
I took this photo before I remembered the cheese.
I love to make pasta. this is green olives, mushrooms and parmesan, very little sauce.
This is what happens when I don’t go shopping for a long time and am in a good mood when I do go. I am not going to have to go shopping for a while.