My kitchen is tiny. Not as tiny as this one in my former apartment, but still tiny.
"I hope the Blue Faerie will turn me into a real kitchen someday!" |
Um...yeah, that's not likely. |
"Henri, we have been spotted! Quick, pretend you're giving me the Heimlich maneuver!" |
A few days later, I made mango chutney. My neighbour had picked a gazillion mangoes off my tree, and gave me a giant basket full of yumminess. I shared lots of them, but was still left with nearly a dozen delicious, juicy mangoes to use up. In a sudden burst of domestic fervor, I dug out my saucepan, bought some canning jars, Googled a recipe, read for a while, painted my toenails, did some laundry, and eventually set to work. The recipe called for crystallized ginger, and red pepper flakes. Why use those when fresh ginger and fresh chillies abound?
This is a photo of an awesome pot of chutney...with a not-so-awesome caption. |
The bright yellow/orange mangoes and the fiery red chilies in a sweet and tangy sauce make the perfect companion to almost any meal in this wet and rainy season.
Uh-oh.
I've just made an uncomfortable discovery. I don't actually make meals in my kitchen. Why on earth did I make a condiment to go with them!? It's like handing someone a bottle of ketchup and saying, "Here, look at this pretty ketchup, and imagine how good it would taste if you had a burger to put it on." Drat!
I guess the lizards are going to have to find a new venue for their 1st aid classes, and the cat is going to have to have cabaret practice in the living room. It looks like I'll be gettin' busy (Sorry, Grandma!) in my kitchen after all.