I do these things
It saves time.
It saves energy.
It saves Daniel.
I toss a salad the size of South Dakota. To feed
This will carry Daniel and I through a week of lunching. The base is a mix of romaine and baby spinach, with cucumber, red bell pepper, avocado, and carrot. Each morning, I’ll add whatever beans and nuts and meats and cheeses and saucy sauces to the mix, and stuff that salad into my largest Tupperware bowl to tag along with me to work. I’ll feel, at least momentarily, like a creative and inspired individual. That feeling will *fade.
I fluff a big pot of short grain brown rice.
Short grain is plumper, chewier, and nicely sticky. It lends itself well to side dishes, salads, salmon cakes, you name it.
I simmer fresh black beans.
These I’ll serve on Mexican salads with freshly shucked corn, crisp romaine, cilantro, fresh pico de gallo, lime, sour cream, hot sauce, and queso fresco. Then, I’ll move on to tacos, burritos, and the like.
They’ll fix themselves a fiesta.
I make homemade, thick, sweet, and rich rich rich marinara. Garlic. Caramelized onions. At the very least, my home smells like Roma.
I like to make a big pot, and then ladle it into old glass jars. I seal ‘em up tight and freeze half for a someday Italian supper. The fresh batch will coat linguine and cavatelli, my favorites.
I simmer one massive pot of oatmeal.
I’ll divide that pot into five of my favorite colors of Anthropologie Latte Bowls, line them up on my counter to cool, and then plastic wrap them as tight as tight can be for breakfasts throughout the week.
I’ll inevitably remind myself how much easier it would have been to use those glass food storage containers I bought at TJ Maxx.
Then I’ll look at the bowls- so pretty and delicate- and remember why I chose not to.
I hard boil one dozen eggs.
Just because. And no, I pay no mind to cholesterol.
I make one big batch of somethin’ in my slow cooker.
This dish changes each week. Some Sundays it’s pulled pork, some Thai chicken, some beef stroganoff, some chipotle-sweet potato chili. Daniel usually decides.
I also sweep my floors.
Sweep my floors.
Ask Daniel, kindly, to sweep once more.
Then I’ll sweep again.