This morning’s first meal: A big, piping hot bowl of polenta with parmesan, olive oil, and a couple of tablespoons of homemade salsa.
How I could have made it “normal”: Add a poached egg, of course! I have no eggs in this house. Unfortunately, I still have no chickens and the co-op from whom I purchase my farm-fresh eggs from local truly free-range chickens is on Winter Schedule, which means they closed well before I remembered that we were out of eggs. Oh well.
We’ve gotten to the point now that there is little to no “prepared” food items in the house, save for Kula’s dog biscuits, a log of Chevre de Loire, and a few jars of olives. And it’s starting to piss Tay off a little. I think what makes him even more grumbly is when he complains that there is nothing to eat, and I rattle off a long list of potential snacks that are healthy, easy, and delicious. Since when was the definition of the word “snack” limited to chips, crackers, and pretzels? How ’bout an apple and some cheese slices? Or celery sticks with cottage cheese? A light plate of avocado and orange slices drizzled with a little olive oil and balsamic? A handful of almonds, perhaps… Or there’s cashews… Or macadamia nuts? There are some lentils left over from the other night… Why not have a lentil salad?
The list goes on and on.
I guess I’ll go buy some crackers today. Ooo! Or perhaps I’ll make some! Fun.