A Spork in the Road

I made potato pancakes last night, my own spin on an interesting recipe I found. I chopped mixed nuts in the food processor, chopped up some onion and parsley, and mixed it all in with leftover mashed potatoes. Then I made little patties, dipped them in corn meal, and lightly fried them in olive oil.

The pancakes themselves were good, but in combination with the eggplant I pickled last week, they were amazing, if I do say so myself.

(I didn’t even pickle the eggplant properly: I forgot to press the liquid out of the eggplant before pickling, but oh well. They still taste good. Lots of fennel seed!)

I myself am feeling somewhat pickled of late. I’m out of the deep dark shadow of chemo but realizing that the sun isn’t yet fully out. I’m still getting occasional mini-migraines that read like a weird recipe: 1 half hour blind spots, 1 half hour visual halo, 2 hours headache, dash of fatigue. The metallic taste has yet to vanish. And my counts are slowly climbing back up, sans medication, leaving me more tired than usual until my body remembers how to manufacture its immune system unaided.

My culinary adventure this weekend will probably be apple purses. Last weekend I made cream puffs, and the weekend before that, gingerbread with lemon sauce. It’s delightful not to be sunk into doom and woe on alternate weekends!