I’m single. I eat in the kitchen sink. ~ Sarah (Diane Lane) in Must Love Dogs
Well, I’m single too, and I eat on top of the fridge facing a rickety bread toaster and a good, old reading lamp amongst pens, receipts, stray ear rings and notes bound for the loony bin. In this one particular case when I had been in bed too long, I stood on my 5th floor porch for some fresh air. These are oat patties I managed to conjure err… make during one Saturday when I was unable to eat out.
Tuna chunks, pancake flour, evaporated milk, a large egg, Knorr soy sauce, and shitake bits. There are no spices at all; can’t be bothered. Just mix, fry and voila! Every piece turned out yummy.
You would expect me to fidget while trying to leave some for a friend who was coming to dinner. The AC machine became the next table. And then a thought struck. This plate is royal bone china. It falls and hits a sedan on the parking lot below and I’m going to mourn my loss for a long time. Neurotic, old maid.
A tip: Use quick cooking oats, not instant, for patties.