In one of my rushes through Aldi, the stored famed for its prices (and not even on the map when it comes to quality) I picked up a can of chicken noodle soup. Not paying attention all that much to the various brands, I got the one that looked the largest and made a dash for the check out.
To my horror, it turned out to be condensed chicken noodle (a qualifier that never bodes for food). Rather than throwing out a meal I thought I’d spice it up a bit. The can itself had plenty of noodles, a good amount of broth, and only a dash of chicken.
What I added:
1 Baked Potato
1 Handful Chopped Carrots
1/2 of a Polska Kielbasa
Dash of Basil Herbs
A few dashes of Chili Powder
What I ended up with was anything but bland or condensed. My meal turned out excellently, leaving me ready to face the afternoon without the fear of becoming drowsy.
Me and the Head Chef
Remember how I told you that I’d joined Sangam, the Indian Cultural Club on campus? Well, we finally did something. And can I just say, this culture ROCKS, as does its culinary tradition. Per my request, we agreed to meet up and take a stab at cooking Indian food. What I didn’t realize is that there would be a professional.
The entire clan came to my humble abode, as well as the mother of one of our members. With her came pots, pans, and enough food to feed 10 people (with enough leftovers for a week). She brought a curry (the secrets of which I still must unlock), the makings of a chick-pea soup, rice and cilantro, and yogurt–I didn’t get this last one, but it worked.
The big finish came when she busted out dough and the equipment necessary to make bread. Which we did! (See picture below). We had a number of botched attempts, but also some great ones. Overall it was a fantastic experience, and one that I hope can be repeated in the future. Unfortunately, this won’t be possible on my own, what with my spice rack being in the state that it is…nonexistent.