Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Abandon Hoppin All Ye Who Enter Here

"Something in here smells bad," I say, pulling the plastic bag of collard greens out of the refrigerator. "Like sour milk." A few days earlier, I had thrown out a several month old carton of chocolate silk that had turned solid like a brick. What. I've been busy!

"I'm not the best person to ask about smells," pit crew says, sniffing supportively, "especially not this week," because he's getting over a cold.

"Oh well." I close the refrigerator, which is how I've been dealing with the smell. I take the collard greens out of the plastic bag. Or rather, the collard yellows covered with slimy white mold. "Nevermind, I found out what smelled!"

Pit crew says from his room, "Yay."

"Only that was supposed to our dinner."

"Oh."

Anyway I tried to improvise a hoppin john with what I had left: an onion, some celery, two Grampa Simpson jalapenos, a can of black-eyed peas, and a can of broth. It was going all right until I added the bag of frozen spinach. It probably would have been all right, if a bag of frozen spinach wasn't twice as much green as a bunch of collard greens and if I didn't always feel compelled to use an entire package of everything; and also I don't know why I didn't put in rice, which I usually do with hoppin john. Instead it turned out like Swamp Thing, so I have no recipe for you this week—

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