I sometimes wonder about my cooking style. Most of the time when I’m walking through a supermarket I have no pre-existing idea of what to buy for diner. But when walking out of supermarket I always seem to have groceries in my bag. Back home I start cooking and I still have no idea of what it’s going to be, what herbs I’m going to use and how much of everything I’m going to throw in.
In the end it’s good 9 times out of 10.
Today I somehow made fresh pasta with river crayfish and little strips of fresh ginger (which I did not buy, but Heleen had it lying around).
I marinaded the crayfish with olive oil and garlic. Fried little strips of ginger with curry powder in some olive oil. Added the crayfish and some fired pine nuts. Put in a small can of corn kernels. Stir fry it for 10 minutes and add sweet paprika last to keep it crispy. Use fresh pasta (I used tricolore). And add some chopped up coriander for seasoning.
Now the funny part is I only found out how good it was when I sat down to eat it. I call it zen cooking.
is out to test me. There is so much to do, so much to learn, so much to see, I don’t have enough time.
