Today was one of those days. I could not and would not get out of bed until way later in the morning than I should have, only to be tired the remainder of the day. Lesson learned. And by lesson, I mean I’ll get coffee next time I sleep in. Today was probably one of those days because this week is one of those weeks. I don’t even have a real job or real bills, yet I’ve spent hours doing paperwork and making business-like phone calls. It’s basically how I spent my life when I was four years old and bored at my grandparents’ house. Except in real life you can’t hang up on people and say “let’s do lunch!” to your imaginary boss, Michelle… who may or may not have been named for your favorite child stars’ character on a nineties sitcom. You figure it out. Instead, you spend hours on hold listening to the very best of Cher and doodle until you have a blister on your index finger. Or at least I do. Am I whining? Sorry. This post will not be funny, nor informative; it will be what I ate today because that is more interesting than my wet rag personality this evening. Today was a typical day of summer eats for me, so I found it appropriate to blog about. I’m also blogging about it because Modern Family is on and I don’t want to miss any of Manny’s jokes detailing some recipe I made yesterday and don’t quite remember (sorry, black bean burgers). And it’s not a new episode, but I, like many first-graders, feel that jokes are best the ninth or tenth time around.
So the day… or mid-day… began with breakfast:
In that bowl went:
- 1/2 c skim milk
- 1/3 c blueberries (complete guestimate)
- 1/2 c flax plus pumpkin seed granola
- generous dusting of cinnamon
The plate is pretty self-explanatory. And bananas without peanut butter too early in the day can cause something, I think it was syphilis, so be sure to pair them. It was all very delicious, and the perfect anchor for my morning round of burn antibiotics.
Then I went to work where the children continued to say horrendously inappropriate things to me and my favorite eight year-old peed his pants. Twice. Within three hours. I don’t even know.
Then it was time for dinner and I wanted a salad, but not really… so it became a fresh/grilled/sauteed salad of sorts. Paired with half a naan roasted with Earth Balance and chili powder. Sew delish.
In that bowl went:
- base of baby spinach and romaine
- small handful of fresh basil, chopped
- 1 large green tomato (I have no patience with the garden) sauteed in olive oil and garlic
- small handful of green beans (steamed & tossed in garlic/oil/tomato mixture)
- 1 ear of corn, grilled
- 1/2 bell pepper, grilled
- 1 small cucumber, chopped
- 1/4 cup fresh mozzarella
- balsamic reduction (not worth a recipe but AMAZING)
I ended up tearing up the naan and using it was croutons. Alternating between the naan and salad proved to difficult for my simple mind, but that’s neither here nor there.
It was pretty close to perfect and left me in a food coma for about fifteen minutes. Until I remembered I needed to take my antibiotics.
Then it was time to get baking because I was craving something homemade, wholesome, and delicious:
Then those found their way into my mouth. Oops.
Once I got my wits about me, I made Jessica’s blueberry bars and I wish I could tell you how the bars are, but they are still piping hot so I scooped some onto ice cream and burned my mouth. Again, with the patience. I will blog about them tomorrow, but I can assure you the ice cream mixture was nothing short of phenomenal.
Let’s hope for some more motivation, I’m going to get up early and seize the day!
Disclaimer: that lie/joke will be funnier the ninth time around.