BA: Great Depression cuisine is here.
So, I just cracked open my Blue Apron mystery box, that could’ve fit a microwave.
Behold, this week’s “meal kit”:
One (1) bag of spinach. That’s bold, spinach doesn’t even need a recipe, truly a chef’s choice
One (1) pepper, pre-broken for my convenience (saves me the trouble of breaking it myself, very thoughtful)
Some green onions, just vibing along
One (1) lemon, for when I need to add a garnish to my confusion
1 sad packet of sherry vinegar, because nothing says “dinner” like a condiment that is not on any of the recipes.
To make things more interesting: No recipe card. No protein. No starch. No sauce packets. No explanation. No mercy. Just five ingredients that look like they lost a fight with the bottom of a produce drawer, tossed in a box the size of a mini fridge, someone in the warehouse looked at it, went “eh, close enough, ship it.”
10/10 mystery box. 0/10 meal. Guess I’m freestyling “Lemon Sherry Regret” tonight and calling it fine dining.