Actually, if you’re eating or planning on eating soon, don’t read this post yet. I have the odd tendancy to turn people’s stomachs with the descriptions of some of the foods I prepare. Not enirely sure why that is; I have no troulbe eating them, but I figured I’d warn the faint of stomach out there anyway. So! That warning being given, here’s what I’m having for lunch today.

The initial idea was to take care of some of the leftovers in the fridge. A couple days ago, Ian had made rice with tomatoes and canned chicken plus some seasonings I’ve since forgotten. There was only about a half a cup or so left of it, and so I decdied in order to make it a little more substantial, I would add the leftover chili that Ian didn’t finish yesterday afternoon. It’s the type of chili you get in those little mircowavable cups, and there was only about three quarters of a cup left of it as well. So now I’ve essentially got chicken, beef, beans, rice, tomatoes, and tomato paste plus a bunch of random seasonings that most people would say don’t go together, like I’d know one way or the other (I put cumin on chicken which Ian says is unusual). Also a couple days ago, I had made spaetzle which I drained and covered in brown gravy as a side to bratwursts boiled in beer with some red pepper flakes. There was one brat left, sitting in the leftover brown-gravy-covered spaetzle, so I pulled it out (along with some spaetzle on accident) and tossed it in the microwave once the chili-rice thing was heated up. Then I chopped the bratwurst into slices with my fork, tossed it and the few pieces of spaetzle clinging to it into the bowl, mixed it up, and topped it all off with a handful of shredded cheddar cheese. The taste? Tastes fine to me, but Ian and I have discussed that I have a screwed up sense of smell which adversely affects my ability to tell good food from what is simply edible food. I wouldn’t expect anyone else to eat this much like I don’t figure most people would like my peanut butter, salami and cheese sandwiches much either. I still need to try that sandwich with granny smith apple slices on it. That sounds good . . . to me.

I suppose my penchant for mixing foods started young. Mom and Dad weren’t overly concerned with us mixing our food together so long as we ate it, and I pretty much always did. Lima beans in chocolate pudding, Frosted Mini Wheats in ice cream with strawberries, marshmallows and chocolate syrup, and garlic on just about anything that occurs to me. (Hmm, garlic on the peanut butter, salami, cheese, granny smith apple sandwich…) I suppose there are reason then why I have chronic heartburn. I even decided to use my quirky food habits in my novels, deciding that denizens of Hell all mixed their favorite things together (then often burned them) and even used that as the opening of my second book. To say the least, the main character never lets her Devil mentor fix her food. If you come over to my house for dinner, don’t worry. I know how to make normal food too. I just find it less interesting. 😉