This morning I had salad for breakfast. Sounds weird, right?
Well the French do it. So there.
When we were in New Zealand a few months ago, we grabbed breakfast at a French restaurant and bakery one morning… and lightly dressed greens accompanied our eggs. Seems a little odd, but I liked the egg and greens combo, even sans ketchup. I mean I do throw a fried egg on salads every once in a while, so I guess it’s kind of the same.
But seriously… how stinking cute is this place? I would die to go back there and order everything on the menu.
For lunch I had a minor mishap. Just the first of many today. My sister recently asked me why my baking and cooking experiments tend to fail so rarely.
Not true, Jillian.
Today I hastily mixed up a can of tuna, some red beans, diced onion, and that crazy good chipotle mustard I bought yesterday. With the kind of pasty quality (that sounds nasty) of the beans, and the high moisture content of the tuna, plus the glue-like effect of the mustard, I thought I could form patties worthy of grilling.
I should have added egg and breadcrumbs. But I didn’t. So instead my concoction made for a mess on the grill and two crumbly excuses for tuna burgers. Well now I know.
Sooooo instead I threw the reject tuna into a pita with some lettuce. It still tasted good, so at least I have that going for me.
Then I sipped on a massive mug of minty green tea. Full bodied, yes. Pleasing, yes. Comforting… maybe a little. I just like the minty mouth feel.
And (here is an abridged version) since I was planning on interviewing for a story (due tomorrow) until about 8:30 tonight, I roasted this squash up so I could have it with dinner when I got home.
But, I ran into a major writer’s uh oh. Long story short, the story fell through (no one’s fault, just an emergency)… So now I’m mildly (very) screwed. Again, nobody’s fault, but I better have some sort of plan B epiphany sooner rather than later. Luckily there are far worse things in the world, and it’s one of those little reminders that sometimes deadlines simply can’t be met… or that a plan B,C, or D needs to be employed.