Welcome to March. That point in the winter when you wonder why you have chosen to relocate to a frozen tundra when you lived in Sydney, Australia not six months ago. While it is true that I miss the fine weather and the white-sand beaches I could never sacrifice the community I have here in Toronto for a sun-tan. However, I might be willing to trade in all my friends for better wages.
Sorry kids. I am broke.
In Australia, I made $20.00 an hour for slinging pizzas. I was paid a living wage as an Assistant Stage Manager. I could go to the grocery store without a calculator in hand. Purchasing a coffee was not a major financial decision. Now, having that morning latte eats up about twelve percent of my spending money for the week.
Of course, there are people out there who have it far worse than me. My mother’s voice is calling from the annals of my childhood memory “think of the starving children in Africa“. I am not homeless or starving. I am only a severely under-employed artist.
There are those who are of the opinion that artists’ do not deserve to make money. Some think my profession self-indulgent or superfluous. Others think I’m not working hard enough. Still more, insist I shouldn’t be in it for the money. Fill out grant applications, make another show, network more, they say. It’s true. I could work harder. But for what? Even some of the most successful artists I know scrape by between jobs or live off grant-money that eventually runs out, forcing them to delve into their retirement funds. Well, didn’t I know that when I entered this profession I would be a “starving artist”.
True. Again. I did know. That doesn’t change the fact that I continuously look to the future and wonder if I am wasting my life away working an unfulfilling service job in a fruitless effort to be a “professional” theatre artist.
I know. This post is super depressing. Maybe even a bit whiney. Yet, these are the questions artists ask themselves everyday. Is it worth it? I don’t have the answers. I do know, however, that I am not quite ready to become a vegan chef.
So, in honour of cheap, simple meals, that will keep your stomach and pockets full, I present to you the Squash Noodle Bowl for the Starving Artist. If you enjoyed this post or simply want to give me a shot at monetizing my blog then share this post with all of your friends via the share buttons below. Also, subscribe by email via the sidebar. Thanks! Bon appétit.
Squash Noodle Bowl
For the Squash:
- 1 medium-large spaghetti squash
For the Sweet and Spicy Sauce:
- 1/3 cup rice-wine vinegar
- 1/4 cup maple syrup or honey (if you’re cool with that)
- 2 tbsp. hoisin or soy sauce
- 2 tsp. grated fresh ginger
- 1 tsp. chilis or siracha
- toppings: green onions, cilantro, crushed peanuts, lime, sesame seeds (optional)
- Stab some holes in your squash with a knife or a fork.
- Place in a microwave safe baking dish with an inch or two of water in the bottom.
- Microwave on high for twenty minutes. If microwaves creep you out then bake your squash.
- Meanwhile mix together all sauce ingredients in a bowl.
- Remove squash from microwave. Allow to cool. Cut in half. Scoop out seeds. Dump in desired amount of sauce. Mix together scraping the squash noodles from the side as you do so.
- Sprinkle with toppings and serve directly in the skin.