I've been back in Santa Fe for two weeks now, and once Á and I set up the apartment the next step was clear: stock the larders. So now there's Kombucha brewing in the cupboard, chicked stock simmering on the stove, beans and rice and popcorn and other bulk goodies overflowing a drawer, and a pot of black bean stew ready for slurping in the fridge.
The freezer is a study in opportunism. Fire sale on overripe bananas = frozen baggies of banana puree. Jesse overestimates how many bulk garlic cloves she needs to make prosciutto = trays of frozen minced garlic. Green chile sold by the bushel = 33 serving baggies of it, skinned and cleaned and ready to serve. Not to mention the pints of cooked black beans or the leftover pumpkin pulp awaiting some kitchen magic.
Ah, the joys of nesting. The prepared shall inherit the earth? Nah, but they will get to eat tasty meals every single day.
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