Say what you will about the egg-milk-bread snatching grocery-store stormers, they no doubt are eating better than I am.
My cupboard is not bare, but it is pathetic:
I’ve got rice, spaghetti, ancient corn flakes and miso soup mix, a can of baby corn, chili garlic sauce, a can of olives, vinegar, several cans of diced mild chiles, and one small can of pineapple juice.
Unsurprisingly, the results from recipematcher.com: “Sorry there were no matches.”
