RYNN: What’s a cook to do?
Really, what is a cook to do when their refrigerator is full of the raw ingredients that well-wishers brought to your home believing that you needed aforementioned ingredients to prepare a St. Patrick’s day feast despite the fact you told them you, your bank account, and Costco had it all covered.
Now, when I open my refrigerator, I am assaulted by cabbage, carrot, and potatoes of white, red, and russet varieties gushing from their precarious positions on my frigid shelves. I know escape is their aim. Unluckily for them, I have thwarted their daring and rash escape attempts by hurriedly assaulting them in a foodie embrace to prevent them from hitting the dreaded kitchen floor. And if my arms don’t do the trick, at least the door is a good twenty feet away. That distance alone should hold them.
But seriously, what the hell is a single girl supposed to do with 10 pounds of potatoes? I sure as hell ain’t eating all of them.
Any one in blog land have any suggestions? I’m all ears*.
*figuratively of course
** BTW: I’m listening to Wolf’s “You’re A Wolf”
