I began to clutch at snatches seen normally and rationally; a face on a sea of white which stretched limitlessly beyond my blinkered perception. I would be aware of bending over this face. I kept trying to make the face resemble someone I knew: one of the junior account men who invaded the source library of the advertising agency where I worked; one of the anonymous faces on the buses I rode from my 48th Street cold-water flat.
- Restoree by Anne McCaffrey
So, what are we cooking tonight?
Hmmm, well we've got a 50/50 blend of brown and white rice left over from last night, just under half a packet of soy and ginger tofu chunks, 1 capsicum, 2 tomatoes, 1 carrot, a handful of cashew nuts, hoisin sauce, peanut butter, soy sauce and sweet chilli sauce. What shall I make with this?
Voila! I guess it's a cross between a stir fry and fried rice! It wasn't intentionally a very reddy/brown meal (I swear there is normally something green in my meals!). But it looks kind of like slump or mush and not exactly hugely appealing but it was actually delicious (although, I'm a peanut butter addict and since it had a taste of that peanutty goodness, well, how could it not be tasty?). Oh, and it passed J's taste test too.