you can make anything taste good. Last night I made linguini with clam sauce and I made too much linguini so I drizzled some olive oil on it and put it in the fridge figuring I would do something with it. Today for lunch I threw some garlic in a saute pan with some olive oil, when that got nice and fragrant I added the leftover linguini, added a can of tuna, some clam juice, black pepper, grated Romano cheese and heated it through – made a lovely lunch.
I always say I am not creative and have no imagination, too pragmatic and practical, me. But when it comes to practical I am very creative. I once worked in this weird little store that sold art pottery, art candles, they were actually fabulous sculptures made of wax that incidentally had a wick in them. The store also sold gardening supplies, wicker baskets, and assorted household doohickeys (like a ceramic egg separator). Anyway, the store was on the upper Eastside of Manhattan and people would wander in looking for something in particular which we didn’t have but more often than not I could find something that would do the trick. Like one night some guy comes rushing in looking for ashtrays (this was back in the 1980’s) and I sold him several of the ceramic egg separators to use – they were just small shallow dishes with an indention on the lip – looked pretty much like an ashtray.
Anyway I am always finding ways to use one thing to do the job of something else. I’m really creative that way. Kinda MacGyver-ish.
I desperately need a new sofa. We have a leather loveseat that converts into a bed and I can feels the wires and bars right through the cushion. Plus we got totally ripped off on that thing because it was bonded leather not real leather and the leather has been flaking off the backing for years. Looks like shit, feels like shit.
Thing is – there are no furniture stores around here – even when we did have a car driving to Maryland or 50-60 miles south was just not a happening thing. Then of course there is the matter of what I like, and what I like I can’t afford or it doesn’t exist. Plus it can’t be any longer than say 70 inches. Don’t have the room or the need for something bigger. So guess what clever me did? I bought a patio sofa! End of season it was very reasonably priced, the cats can’t trash it, the cushions can be replaced when they get flat and the covers can be washed – Yes! It looks like this –
It comes in 10 colors, we got it in tangerine. And no, Lin, it does not come with the throw pillows just the cushions, tho I may be forced to buy some sort of pillow in case I want to lie down. (I’m thinking a standard sized bed pillow with some fun kind of pillowcase.)
So whether it’s leftover spaghetti, or furniture, I can be a very creative and clever puss.