That used to be my goal when I got my first job and was just
feeding myself. Obviously that was quite a while ago, and it was a goal I
could usually meet. My dinner was not a lavish three-course meal, but it
did include a main dish and at least one side dish.
Most of my kitchen experiments were bland because I grew up with
bland: meatloaf, hamburgers, boiled chicken and brisket However, I
did try to make Egg Foo Yung, the oddest dish I’d ever eaten before I left
home. It was exotic and strange yet somehow familiar. My date had
ordered it at a restaurant and gave me a bite. I recognized an egg taste,
but only later did I discover what it actually was--a Chinese omelet filled
with bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, sliced cabbage, scallions and
water chestnuts. Maybe there was some kind of meat in it. I
don’t remember.