I got up early this morning, not exactly happily since it’s a school holiday and I should be able to sleep in, but (thankfully) in time to get to my 2nd job. As I began to plan out my day in my head, I mentally left blank the space for lunch, not having any idea what I wanted -or what would be available – to eat. This is the rest of the story from there.
9:40 AM, arrive at work, remember there are leftover sweet potatoes in my fridge. That’ll work for lunch.
11:05 AM, take a break, start to think I’ll stop by a Starbucks on my way back home for a day-off treat. Remember I still have a gift card I can use there – bonus.
1:05 PM, stomach starts to rumble as I wait on a student’s mom to pick her up (class ended at 1:00 … grrr).
1:20 PM, start to head home, decide to skip Starbucks, afraid I’ll order too much since I’m so hungry.
1:45 PM, at home, realize I’ll need lunch to take to school tomorrow. Then realize I still have pancetta I need to use before it goes bad. I put on water to cook some pasta and then slice up the pancetta.
1:50 PM, notice the dried shiitakes in the fridge. Pull some out, then add some of the boiling water for the pasta to “reanimate” the mushrooms. Add two servings worth of pasta.
2:05 PM, add mushrooms and pancetta to hot pan & brown. Notice the mushrooms are getting a bit crispy but keep them in anyway.
2:10 PM, assemble pasta with mushrooms, pancetta, and pecorino. I help myself to about a quarter of it, and then reach for the leftover sweet potatoes after all. Zap a couple of forkfuls of the potatoes for a few seconds to enjoy as a “dessert.”
2:15 PM, bon appetit!
I never want to write a boring, here’s-what-I-ate-today sort of blog. I only do it here to demonstrate how much I enjoy a day off, when I can cook my lunch. It’s so much more satisfying than just microwaving last night’s leftovers (although, most of the time, that’s a close second). The evolution here, of going from mere leftovers to something more original, is often the highlight of a day like today. And as my fellow teachers and I head into the most dreary, longest stretch of our year, I know I’ll find myself missing days like this – cooked lunches – more and more.