吃剩饭喽！ 下课的路上想到冰箱里的宝贝，如何把他们排列组合后来迎合我不太挑剔的味蕾却经常有脾气的胃呢？ 想着想着就拐进了社区对面的有机超市。 墨西哥玉米卷饼其实就是taco壳。今天就是想吃点卷的东西。沙拉台上的蔬菜非常新鲜，美中不足没有香菜碎和洋葱粒，点睛之笔是那种去了种子泡水发酵切了细丝的墨西哥青椒，微微辣，还没忘记挖了一勺芹菜粒。 别看我平时作风懒散，有大把时间也不愿意花来鼓弄吃的，一旦吃点什么我好像直觉就知道用什么配菜点缀味道会好，当然也有失手的时候，比如我把沾了酱油的刺身卷在里面就不好吃，记住了，酱油和墨西哥卷饼不搭！ 小酒斟上！ 因为健康原因已经永久戒酒了，这一次小酌一下算对得起如此新鲜的生鱼片和煮白水虾。 当然没忘记专门买的牛油果。好像西雅图这里的牛油果比东部的贵一些，这样一个中号的接近2$，我只需要一个拿了一个，可是那位管牛油果摊子的白人女士特意教我如何挑选牛油果，我心里想，我闭着眼睛一捏就知道几成熟，没成想她比划了几下然后告诉我，这个牛油果（图片里矮胖的那位）是sample了，你可以免费拿走。我心想我只需要一个，马上离开了吃不完，还没等我拒绝，她热情的说，你在收款台只需要check一个，好吧，盛情难却。 牛油果经常当零食吃的，其实烤鱼，煮白水蛋，虾仁，各种奶酪，泡橄榄，我都当零食吃，这可能是一个人生活养成的习惯。 在吃上我比较刻板一根筋，除了出自哺乳动物身上的东西不吃外，其他的各种味道哪怕很怪的包括臭奶酪我都下得了嘴，当然英国的臭鱼我也不会去吃，主要原因就是不想动手花时间去弄复杂的饭菜，我宁肯躺着闭目养神也不会做有两道工序以上的饭菜，比如馄饨，要弄馅，这对我来讲就是奢侈品，除非哪天闲情逸致来了会做。 小酒喝了半瓶微醺，躺会儿醒醒酒。
Living on Leftovers Time to eat the leftovers! On my way home from ballet class, I kept thinking about the treasures waiting in my refrigerator. How could I rearrange and combine them into something that would satisfy my not-so-picky taste buds while keeping my occasionally temperamental stomach happy? Lost in thought, I found myself turning into the organic grocery store across from my neighborhood. A Mexican tortilla is basically just a taco shell. Today I was craving something wrapped. The vegetables at the salad bar looked incredibly fresh. The only thing missing was chopped cilantro and diced onions. The finishing touch was some thinly sliced Mexican green peppers that had been deseeded, soaked, fermented, and shredded. They added just a hint of heat. I also made sure to scoop up some diced celery. I may seem lazy when it comes to cooking. Even with plenty of free time, I rarely feel like spending it in the kitchen. But whenever I do put something together, I seem to have an instinct for what flavors and garnishes will work well together. Of course, I don’t always get it right. For example, wrapping soy-sauce-dipped sashimi inside a tortilla turned out to be a terrible idea. Lesson learned: soy sauce and tortillas do not belong together. Then came a small glass of wine. For health reasons, I’ve essentially quit drinking for good. This little indulgence was a rare exception, made in honor of such fresh sashimi and perfectly boiled shrimp. And of course, I didn’t forget the avocado I had specifically gone to buy. Avocados seem a little more expensive here in Seattle than on the East Coast. This medium-sized one was nearly two dollars. I only needed one, but the white lady working at the avocado display insisted on teaching me how to choose a ripe avocado. I smiled to myself, thinking that I could tell the ripeness with a single squeeze, even with my eyes closed. Then she pointed to another avocado—the short, chubby one in the photo—and explained that it was a sample, so I could take it for free. I thought, I only need one, and I’m leaving soon anyway. I won’t even finish it. Before I could politely decline, she enthusiastically said, “Just tell the cashier you’re only paying for one.” Well, it was hard to say no to such kindness. I often eat avocados as snacks. In fact, grilled fish, hard-boiled eggs, shrimp, all kinds of cheese, and marinated olives frequently become snacks as well. I suppose that’s a habit I’ve developed from living alone. When it comes to food, I’m surprisingly set in my ways. Other than anything that comes from mammals, I’ll eat almost anything, even unusual flavors. Strong-smelling cheeses don’t bother me at all. That said, I probably wouldn’t try fermented fish from Britain. The main reason isn’t pickiness—it’s that I simply don’t like spending time preparing complicated meals. I’d much rather lie down and rest with my eyes closed than cook something that requires more than two steps. Take wontons, for example. First you have to make the filling. To me, that’s practically a luxury project. Unless, of course, one day I happen to be in the mood. Half a bottle of wine later, a pleasant buzz settled in. Time to lie down for a while and sleep it off.
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