When Take-Out Becomes Too Taxing

Well, my dinner plans just fell through. Little to no food in the fridge. I'm starving. I hop in the car and begin driving a half-mile to pick up Indian take-out. My friend was getting it before she left this afternoon and it sounded like a great idea.

I go .25 mile and traffic is at a crawl. F- this. I turn around and drive back.

Hands on hips in the kitchen--a stand-off with the kitchen cupboards. Who will be the VICTOR?!

Me. Every time.

Ingredients:

I snatch ghee from the cupboard and chop an onion. Saute over medium heat.

What's this? A box of frozen spinach buried deep in the freezer? Sweet. Perfect, in fact.

Chuck a bunch of spices in. I don't measure, anymore.

Curry, turmeric, coriander, cardamom, chili powder, cumin.

They cook down and I add a can of garbanzo beans.

Defrost the spinach in some hot water in a pot. Strain. Add that to the pan.

*decide to film this to make a Vine video*

Simmer all of that. Find an extra can of tomatoes on a different shelf. Add those too.

Simmer some more.

Dice up 2 cloves of garlic and throw in a big pinch of salt.

All of that in less time than if I sat in my car, parked it, ordered food and drove home in more traffic to eat it.

You know you're doing ok when take-out becomes more taxing than cooking real food.