Let me take a moment to set the scene: it’s three days until payday. Dinnertime is fast approaching and you are broke. Broker than broke, even. So broke that when you open your wallet, dust and a stray moth flies out. But still, dinnertime. The family has to eat something. So you check your pantry. You find a lone box of pasta and not much else. No meat. No sauces. What can you even do?
Does this situation sound familiar?
Trust me, I have been there. I have been so broke that I was hunting through my car cupholders for enough change to buy a $1 box of whole wheat pasta. It doesn’t happen as much now that I meal plan and budget, but occasionally I’m still thrown for a loop and things don’t work out as I expected. Sometimes we eat more than I planned for, or some of my ingredients meet an untimely end when a bag breaks. There are lots of little things that can happen to set back your food budget when it isn’t very large in the first place.
Thankfully, I’ve learned a few “bare minimum” recipes over the years so that I can still make the most of dinnertime even when I’m limited by my ingredients!
Every once in a while, I get a craving for something sweet, delicious, and full of dairy. Sometimes said craving just cannot be sated with any of the usual confections, so I have to get a bit creative and make something up. These mini yogurt cheesecake pies are a perfect example of my raging taste buds at work.
I wanted pie, but with a smooth filling, and I wanted it bite-sized.
See? I told you my cravings get demanding.
I played around in the kitchen for a bit until I came up with the perfect little dessert. Trust me, they may look messy, but they are delicious. Mr. Sublime, who doesn’t even like yogurt, almost ate the entire plate of them before I snatched away the last few for my greedy self. Even better, they are super easy to make!
I love hot sauce. Yum, yum, yum. And Cajun seasoning. And fries. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this…
Hot Cajun Fries are amazeballs. Spicy, salty, and starchy; they have all three S words. I can eat a whole plate of them all by myself! If you think I’m joking, I’ll have you know that it’s four am and I have no intention of sharing these with anyone.
Most people skulk about the kitchen at four am sneaking chocolate or ice cream, but not me–I’m wincing every time the fryer hisses hoping Mr. Sublime doesn’t wake up to see me gorging on french fries without him. Admittedly, he doesn’t have much interest in them once they’re tossed in hot sauce. But I digress. He clearly doesn’t know what is good for him.