Neglected Soup Eaten at Last. And Improved on.

Where will it all end? Or begin? And how much do I have to eat to get there?


Insulated garage temperatures.

Okay, really. Is there a point where it becomes manageable? My mom's fridge is an absolute wasteland compared to my two (2) refrigerators. Does she just dump the extras or what?

I've barely made a dent in the remaining spicy lentils. Speaking of which, they taste a lot better Day Five than Days Two through Four. And certainly better than day one. Now all it tastes like is garlic and ginger — which are the two of the three reasons I made it in the first place. Lentils being the third.

I had some for lunch today. Finally. The favorable flavor developments may have something to do with the conditions this particular serving has been subjected to over the past three days. It's been hauled to and from work three times where it has been neglected, carted home, had it's hopes raised yet again as it sat on the kitchen counter and finally crushed as it was returned to the fridge.

Today in an effort to actually eat this well-traveled portion, I left it on my desk at work. No luck.

But finally it's gone. Eaten after The Boy went down for his snooze. I really wanted chips, but this was better. Right?

So it's a complicated formula, but I have found it successful in bringing out the tang of ginger. Give it a try and see.

I've got two more lunches' worth but the calendar is ticking. Maybe I can eat it for breakfast and lunch tomorrow?

By the bye, it was 38˚ in our insulated (but unheated) garage this morning. If I fail — and then exceed my previous leftover accumulations — I can expand my storage to the garage shelves for the rest of the cold snap.

Well, that's motivation.