You know those days when you eat a late lunch (or, as I did today, and ate all day, it seems), then realize you have eaten away dinner?
Only to realize, of course, at 9:47 p.m. that you’re absolutely ravenous and will die if you don’t get a hold of a pizza or a wild animal immediately.
Also, no handy leftovers. No delicious fruit. The bread is hard. The almond butter and soy yogurts are long gone. I’ve even eaten all the frozen fruit … : (
Somehow, I pulled from my poor, sad pantry:
- rolled oats
- peanut butter
- dried cherries
- a can of coconut milk
I’m calling this a proper meal, the Oatmeal Breakfast Bowl. It was delicious!
And I used the rest of the coconut milk in the crock pot tomorrow, for a Thai inspired squash soup : )
Sometimes, it isn’t all about obsessive planning, much as my intentions are to be as prepared as possible may be. Sometimes, I plan meals three or four days out and some nights, I eat peanut butter out of the jar. I still love food. I photograph it. I write about it. I think about it. I ponder it everyday on shelves, in displays and in the hands of strangers. I just have to remember it isn’t always about a sprig of basil in the center of the muffin and a dusting of color on the plate’s edge. Really, I just need a spoon. Or a stick…