So what exactly does one do with half a jar of pasta sauce, three quarters of a jar of pizza sauce and the leavings at the bottom of the bottle that just are not worth the extraction effort from disparate bottles of gringo ketchup, Vietnamese chili garlic sauce and Pinoy spicy banana! ketchup?
I am sure if I asked, the Internets could tell me. The Internets are great at solving similar dilemmas, life hacks, shortcuts, information both useful and esoteric, etcetera and etcetera.
Preventing the Russians from having a say in every fucking election being held in the world, meh not so much, but the Internets can sure tell you how to take off your shirt and save ten seconds while doing so.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen I am putting on my old fashioned thinking cap. In this case my thinking cap is an egg nog scented with Bacardi dark and I return to the heavy lifting of figuring out just what to do with the items in that photo.
So four out of five are tomato based, the other chili and garlic. What do I know that compromises tomato, chili and garlic?
I wash up the dishes, put away the dry stragglers from the second dish drain (for those still in the analog world like me, two dish drains are a revelation my babies, no seriously) and then I lean against the counter for a proper think on the matter.
By now, I have finished my nog and am now onto a Mountain Dew grape flavored energy drink (like much of America these days, I am a ship adrift, terribly, terribly adrift) when it finally hits me: cacciatore! Rustic, wonderful, slow cooked, deliciousness!
All I will need is meat (chicken) and a jar of whole tomatoes (in the pantry) to add the requisite hunter's body to the too thin, sans toothsome chunks jarred pasta and pizza sauces, et voila!
That my friends is frugality in a photo, Steve's Clean the Fridge Cacciatore:
To the doubters you cannot taste the banana.
I swear.
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