A conversation.
Me: You know you’re dying of nothing more than patheticness don’t you?
BW: Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead.
Yep, man flu. It’s highly symptomatic, lingering, debilitating and potentially fatal. Or so the Bread Winner would have you believe. Me, I like to call it a well deserved head cold developed after two nights out on the turps of not enough sleep.
I don’t like to show my sympathy verbally in case it validates further moaning. I will show sympathy through the provision of hearty, cold killing meals. Which of course has the double advantage of decreasing the duration of said man flu which just makes life nicer for all of us.
So in between brewing cups of echinacea, mint and ginger tea and heating mugs of life giving minestrone, I have conjured up some Mexican to warm the cockles of his ailing heart. Courtesy of Stephanie the unnaturally crockpot obsessed, tonight’s fare is tamale pie.
I made a meaty version with 500g of mince (that’s ground beef for the North American contingent). I used dried beans so I soaked them overnight and added a couple of cups of water to the filling. I also used 2 cobs of fresh corn rather than a tin, simply because that’s what I had. I must say though, the fresh corn was far nicer than tinned would have been. It’s hard to beat that subtle crunch of a fresh corn kernel. I added a thinly sliced green capsicum and omitted the sugar from the topping. Sour cream would have been a nice touch but I was all out.
Total cost was $6.92. Number of serves 6. Just. Probably because the Ankle BIters ate their bodyweight several times. Cost per serve $1.15.
That’s so unfair. I was totally dying of the flu. Miraculously though I seem to have come out the other side relatively unscathed. Who’d have thunk?