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Pasta Salad

With the summer heat still in play, I don’t feel like doing a lot of cooking (and even less baking) but I do it. A pasta salad involves minimal cooking but still lets you get all your nutrients. For this one, I used a whole grain pasta which makes it even healthier. I don’t know about you but while I don’t like long whole grain pasta (spaghetti, etc) I do like it okay in smaller pastas (rotini, etc). I tried whole grain egg noodles once & those were good too.

My philosophy is to make plenty & have it over several days. I don’t get bored because all the additions keep it interesting. As with my big salads, I just see what I have on hand and add ingredients till there’s no more room in the bowl.😊 (This is my biggest bowl; 5″ deep, 10″ diameter. )

Whole grain rotini, 2 cups pre-cooking

Chickpeas, several cups

12  oz cooked frozen cauliflower

2 tomatoes, chopped

Roasted red peppers from jar

Fresh cilantro

Raw sunflower seeds

Can of tuna

Two chopped green onions

Button mushrooms, sliced thin

Feta cheese

Green olives, chopped

Two dill puckles, chopped

Dry dill seasoning

Mix of canola & olive oils

Balsamic vinegar

Hidden privileges

Back in January I observed in a post on food that I easily make 700+ meals a year for myself. That number was so daunting! I wrote that “It’s work to put together wholesome, non-toxic, nutrient-rich meals from scratch on a daily basis.”

As I was thinking about the role food and cooking occupy in my life (a big one) and how the whole business of feeding one’s self can feel like a chore, I also started to think about the people I’ve met over the years, mainly older women, who would have loved an opportunity to be back in their own kitchen cooking. These are people who can no longer cook for themselves or who no longer live in their own home, but in nursing or other elder facilities. The days of preparing a meal for themselves and others are behind them.

I thought also about how many people in the world don’t get enough food, who would find the idea of complaining about, or just feeling tired or bored of fixing meals, unfathomable.

These thoughts led me to write a little index card that I put on the refrigerator which has been there ever since.  It’s a reminder I need.