Cravings of a Diseased Foodie

Udon Noodle Soup

“Udon Noodle Soup” from Spoonful

It’s Monday, April 29th, and my contract in this place ends in 16 days. I still haven’t decided whether or not I will accept their offer of another year but the fact that I almost never get sick and yet I have gotten intolerably ill several times this year (all corresponding with stressful issues at work and my immune system throwing it’s defenses in and saying “I give up!”) is not helpful in making a rational decision.

I’ve been sick most of the weekend and before bed last night I thought I was getting better and was planning to just take my box of tissues and a few cough drops into work and get my shit done. Because that’s what bitches do. They get their shit done. But instead, I go to bed and I feel like I’m drowning and I’ve got that phobia of death by suffocation and drowning is even worse. So I drugged myself up so I could get some sleep and I thought everything would be fine.

I woke up this morning feeling like my face was both itchy and on fire… on the inside. Between the not being in good health and the allergies I’m about ready to claw my own face off. I still got ready to go to work and I am actually at work but it took some effort to get here and I made my dad stop on the way in because I was running out of tissues and cough drops at an alarming rate and desperately needed a restock. I’m sure you’re thinking “What the hell?? Why not just stay home??”. And yeah, I’m thinking that too. But that whole getting shit done, remember? If I ditch this job I refuse to be like the last person and leave a bunch of unfinished business. Plus I’m supposed to run a study night for all my freshmen and had to bring in the snacks. Don’t worry, I’m leaving the snacks and instructions for tonight with the desk worker and going home early.

Now I’m not sure about you but one of the hardest parts about being sick, aside from the part where it’s hard to stay upright, is trying to decide what to eat. I woke up this morning and wanted to eat soup and fruit. But the sore throat was screaming for warm things so I was shuffling around the kitchen mumbling about wanting WARM fruit. My dad yelled at me and I cried because I just wanted my warm fruit and soup but we didn’t have any. I settled for the blueberry muffins I’d made last night (which are fantastic and the recipe can be found on a previous post HERE, just scroll down to the muffins) and some strawberries which I’m allowing to come to room temp before I eat them. Of course my office feels like the arctic but I’m hoping the strawberries don’t notice.

So all the way in to work I’m trying to decide what my brain means by “warm fruit” which is apparently what my body needs. And between filing my check requests and writing a handbook for the next sorry person who ends up with this job I found this:

Grilled Fruit with Honey and Yogurt

“Grilled Fruit with Honey and Yogurt” from Playin With my Food

I don’t have plums at home but I do have some other fruit I can cook down with some honey and maybe not yogurt (doesn’t react well with the phlegm) but I’m sure I can figure something out. And now back to taking 10 minutes to finish up some database spreadsheet thingies instead of 5 because I’m really moving slow today.

Get rest and drink lots of water, Foodie Nation.


Because Breakfast Should Never Be Half-Assed (Day 2)

Make Your Own Fruit-on-the-Bottom Yogurt Cups

“Make Your Own Fruit-on-the-Bottom Yogurt Cups” from The Kitchn

Today’s “make ahead” breakfast is “Make Your Own Fruit-on-the-Bottom Yogurt Cups”. I’m not actively against yogurt but it isn’t something that pops into my head as an actual food in and of itself very often. The reason I’m choosing this recipe for a Monday is because Monday is the day I work late and so my the time I get home there ain’t no way I’m going to have enough energy to cook anything. I can barely get into bed fast enough by the time I get home on Monday nights. That being said, I think I might be able to quickly dumb these yogurt cups together on Sunday and keep them in the fridge for Tuesday morning. If I do it on a Sunday I could even make my own fruit mixture with some of the blueberries we picked in the summer or from some canned fruit we have around that is nice but could be nicer.

Chickens VS Robots: AKA “Present Philosophical Breakfast Musings”

Crêpes with Sweet Yogurt and Raspberry-Apricot Sauce

Crêpes with Sweet Yogurt and Raspberry-Apricot Sauce

One of my earlier attempts at writing an essay to send in with grad school applications had me half naked and shivering in an alley way somewhere between the High Platonic Lane and the curvy and often flooded Utopian/Dystopian Deridian Highway. I was just a lonely sad little street walker type looking for a grad school to take me in and I would do whatever they wanted for a place in a classroom.

That essay never made it into circulation but that was probably for the best.

Nowadays, the majority of my philosophical musings rotate around mealtimes and bedtime. Carefully calculating when i must go to bed in order to wake up and not look like some form of the living dead is key to working in a place that claims we’re all happy to see the students we “serve” every day no matter how far below a 1.0 GPA they may have fallen. To be fair, I do love the vast majority of my students (I have about 140 now after calculating Spring semester newcomers and a few dropouts from the Fall). There are always cases where students have actually had genuine struggles and their grades have suffered. I just wish they had come in and us this was the case earlier so we could have helped them out. My problem is with the students who didn’t bother getting out of bed at 11 AM to go to class or decided making out with some random guy in the basement of the girls’ dorm was more important than reading a few pages of homework. Sometimes, when I say things like that (<–) I feel old and snarly but good grief go to class!


Anyways, back to happier things. For instance: I HAD BREAKFAST THIS MORNING!!!!

It was good and I feel much better than I usually do on Monday mornings. But I was a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to aspire to more with my breakfast. Sauteed baby tomato and cheese omelette? I have 8 year old cousins that can make that while partially asleep ((I know because I taught them how)! I am a grown ass woman with a full time job and a masters degree. I should do better. BE better.

I currently don’t have a fully functioning computer and home so the majority of my internet access happens either on a mobile device or my work computer. So when I arrived at work I had my usual inbox full of academic alerts and foodie mail. One of the more fun ones (I’ll let you guys figure out which) had the above recipe in it. I looked at it and realized: I could have done that. If I had woken up 15 minutes earlier this morning I could have made crepes instead of some measly omelette. I even had all of the ingredients in my kitchen despite the fact that we’re on a fridge cleansing stint and are only buying fresh goods like fruits and veggies. But for some reason, come Monday morning, any motivation to wake up has vanished. Just yesterday morning I woke up at SIX O’CLOCK in the MORNING. What sort of insanity is that? I didn’t even have any plans that day. Granted I still didn’t eat breakfast until after returning from a trip to Behnke’s to buy some seeds and flower bulbs (I actually had to wait for them to open) but still, if I had been hungry enough I probably would have made something.

Sometimes I wonder if my internal clock and external clock aren’t in some wort of battle and my poor brain is getting caught in the middle. I used to have this old alarm clock that crowed (as in cock-a-doodle-doo) every morning and I could actually feel the clock getting ready to go off and my brain started becoming conscious so that by the time it actually started crowing at me I was awake enough to hit the button on top to turn in off. And at that point the waking up process would have been far enough along that I would have juuuust enough momentum to climb down the ladder of my bed and go about my post-out-of-bed-now-what? activities. But now I have to use my phone as an alarm clock most nights and it makes sounds like a robot. I like the sounds, it’s cute and non-abrasive. But there’s not internal trigger and so I sleep through the first 20 seconds or so of the alarm and then it’s a scramble of searching under my 10+ pillows trying to find where it migrated to during the night. So I’m neither awake nor rested as I hit my head on the ceiling in a panic and then crash back down half unconscious for non-restful purposes. I miss my old alarm clock.

But I’m up and fed and at work now so I guess I’ll just have to try again tomorrow…