Note to self: I am not allowed to cook without a recipe.
The past two nights, I had no real plan with what I was going to make: I just had a meat and a starch, and I knew I wanted to combine it into something edible. I ended up starting both components and then pondering what would taste good with it, throwing things in at random, and finally - somehow - ended up with dinner.
Friday night, I had hot Italian sausage and Ditalini. I decided to try and make a cream sauce, so I threw some half-and-half in with the sausage. Needed some seasoning, so rosemary, oregano and cinnamon went in - because everything needs cinnamon. I also added a generous plop of sundried tomato pesto. At this point, I tasted it and realized it needed some acid. I went for apple cider vinegar, but I couldn't get the bottle open (no, really - blame the carpal tunnel surgery), so ended up with malt vinegar. Too much. Countered with honey.
Surprisingly, the result was quite good. I wouldn't necessarily serve it to anyone, but it worked.
Saturday night, I had taco meat and arborio rice and decided to make a casserole. I looked up a generic rice and hamburger casserole to get some ideas on cooking times, then proceeded to ignore it, adding cranberries, peas, almonds and yogurt - the latter so it would have some moisture and not dry up completely. I picked yogurt for the tartness to complement the cranberries; the cranberries also got a bit of sugar in an attempt to sweet the deal (and them). Also cinnamon (yes, there's always cinnamon), cumin and chili powder.
I think I'd go with dried cherries next time, but this is actually worth attempting again, with some modifications.
Still - goodness only knows what will end up in the pot next time.