Friday, January 22, 2010

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day....

I am the first to admit I have a strange life. My work and social hours are unpredictable to say the least. I leave for work as late as 10 or as early as 6; stumbling home at any hour. My doormen already recognize the weary look I have when a black car drops me off in the middle of the night. They also recognize when I leave at 11 pm on Saturday and know I won't return until close to (and in rare cases now) after dawn. Like I said, strange.

And I can go weeks where the only "meal" I have at home is a snack at 2 am as I catch up on tv before I crash. I take on the herculean task of grocery shopping once, maybe twice a month.

This week has lived up to the peculiarities of my life, busy on a bond offering that has taken over my life. I left my apartment at 8 am on Wednesday for the printers -think hotel conference room where you put together and edit a document for large scale securities printing; a place where all your needs are catered to by the printer's employees. Need an espresso, someone will get it for you. Want some vitamin water, just hit up the fridge. Late night pizza run, sure! Need to brush your teeth, there's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Decide that as you have to be there at 6:30 am for a conference call, there is no point in leaving at 5 am to go home and shower, you might as well have a beer from the fridge, why not! Ah breakfast of champions!

By the time I returned home I was well fed, full and tired Did I mention it was 11 am Thursday. When I emerged from my comatose sleep at 3, and worked a few more hours in my pj's, I was hungry again, and not for take out, rather something that I had produced. But in no way was I going to emerge from my apartment. So I scrounged in my cabinets, the depths of my freezer and the remnants of my fridge. The result? A risotto made from the frozen pumpkin that I had chopped up and bagged in individual portions in the fall, the last of my turkey bacon, frozen sage, dried mushrooms, chicken broth, a splash of wine, garlic, onion and the last of my fresh spinach. Even I was impressed with my results. Lesson learned? The freezer and non-perishables are a lawyer's friend.

1 comment:

Karen said...

Wow, the risotto sounds delicious! The work sounds awful though. Don't know how you keep it up, yikes!