Living with Miss Diss

You know, when you're writing a dissertation, blogging suddenly becomes a really distasteful thing to do--or at least, to me it does, because if I'm writing all day, writing more is about the last thing I want to do.

But here I am. Guilt, perhaps? Whatever.

But to maintain the illusion that this is (among other things) a cooking blog, right now I'm thinking about a spectacularly delicious thing I made New Year's Day. I don't have pictures--it was too good not to gobble up--but you can picture it: a stacked brunch dish that consisted of leftover latkes (which, I was told by someone who knows the difference, were very authentic-tasting), a layer of arugula sauteed with a shallot and given a splash of lemon juice, and an over-easy egg on top. It was divine. I'm not the first person to have thought of such a thing, but maybe you haven't yet thought of it....

Waste Not, Want Not

It's the end of the summer, and the grad school stipend checks don't start again until September 15th, so I'm playing that game well known to grad students the world over: creative food combinations. It worked brilliantly the other night in the Dracula Pasta, and again tonight in the Cup of Leftover Rice Stakes.

I didn't want flied lice tonight, even though I've got ingredients for a killer one, so was thinking about beans and rice. Easy and cheap, but then I started digging around in the flotsam and jetsam of the fridge, and discovered some capers, a few olives, and a few thoroughly wilted basil leaves. And a Peroni beer! Score!

So I sauteed half an onion and a lot of garlic, added a zucchini, seasoned with oregano. Then fecked in some capers, a can of chickpeas, and after that had heated through, I added the leftover rice and the basil. Delicious. The capers make it. A few olives would have been nice, but I was too hungry to think of dealing with pits en route to the rest of the dish. The Peroni is a nice accompaniment, and I think the leftovers of Rice Capers, Mediterranean Style, will be just as good cold for some meal tomorrow.

And now back to work. I am saying that I'm not busy--I just have a lot of stuff to do.