There are some nights when you just don’t have the pluck and energy to throw together a good meal.  That is a fact of life.  And that fact of life hit me hard on Sunday night when my husband and I drove home from a trip to Harrisburg, after having slept on an air mattress all night (“slept” is a generous term for the tossing and turning and propelling your partner into the air when you roll over on your side) and having hiked up and down a mountain earlier that day.  We were exhausted and starving when we got home close to 6:30.  It would have been all too tempting to just order Chinese food, but we had eaten out all weekend (ingredients like duck fat, bacon, and beer fondue come to find) and I was determined in my quasi-functioning state to throw together something of at least a little culinary merit.  At this point, I eyed the Zatarain’s in the pantry. Continue reading →