Uh, not really—but, so far, eating is not taking a beating!
This morning I awoke to lots of banging. (I don’t have to say it, do I?)
I was initially pretty choleric—and bitter towards the construction workers making all the noise—because it was 7 a.m., and I’d slept for approximately 4 hours.
My bitterness subsided once I realized that, in the midst of demolishing my kitchen and waking me from my beauty sleep, the construction workers were blasting Miley and gleefully singing along. Needless to say, I have a newfound respect for—and desire to be friends with—my new housemates.
But let’s rewind to Wednesday morning’s DayQuil chugging.
After realizing I was pretty sick, I decided to have a breakfast (of sorts) in bed, alongside my orange shots.
Cafe con leche de almendras
And a Clif Z-bar—pictured on my stomach, not a black backdrop.
I almost never eat bars, but I was so lazy yesterday morning. And all I wanted to do was stay in bed and blog-read. And so I did.
For two hours.
The only thing to pry me from the warmth of my comforter and the food porn of your blogs was the doorbell.
SO worth getting out of bed.
I was oddly tempted to empty the contents onto my floor and bask in a bed of Newman’s Own goodies for a Hug-a-Carb photo shoot. I didn’t, but the temptation is still sort of lingering…
Organically excited, I decided to make my sickly self a real breakfast. (My appetite is rarely affected when I get sick. I feel like I’m the only person whose ability to eat normally is never inhibited by illness. Coughing, sneezing, chills and a fever? Psssh. I cannot be tamed. How’s your appetite when you get sick?)
I decided to make something super simple that I’ve been wanting to try since seeing it on Lindsey’s blog.
This was delicious, and I definitely anticipate a few encores throughout Microwave Madness Month. Why is finger food infinitely more enjoyable than utensil-mandated food?
A little later, back in bed, I enjoyed another utensil-free food: my last honey crisp!
Lunch was my D.I.Y. Egg Salad Sandwich, with a slight twist.
On top of the mayo layer, I added a little Dijon mustard.
Egg whites galore.
I didn’t think it was possible to elevate the egg-whitey excellence of this sandwich—but the Dijon addition was brilliant.
Another anticipated encore.
Remember when I grilled five zucchinis, but warned you they wouldn’t last long? By yesterday evening, that once-full-to-the-brim container looked like this.
While coming up with a dinner plan, I polished off my dear verde cheetahs.
Just as I was suffering a bout of dinner-block, Kev Thug delivered 5 glorious containers of greens!
I told him I was worried I wouldn’t get enough veggie-action throughout this kitchen-less month since I eat so many salads, and chopping/washing lettuce is not so doable. So, being the nutritionally-considerate cutie that he is, he came through with enough pre-packaged salad to tide me over for the next week. Bueno!
He also bought a ton of pre-cooked chicken—which I gladly utilized as my protein source for a hangry dinner ensalada.
I rolled several ounces of diced chicken in a bowl of Sabra’s Greek Olive hummus, and then I broiled the pieces (in the toaster oven, of course) for about 7 minutes.
I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed chicken so much. It was so flavorful. I ate about half the amount I prepared before throwing it onto my salad—simply because I couldn’t stop myself!
The remainders played in an integral role in an enormous Greek ensalada.
In the mix: approx. 39339248 fist-fulls of mixed greens, celery, green bell pepper, roasted red peppers, red onion, oil-cured olives, feta and the best chicken ever.
The superstar bites included hummus chicken, olives and feta. So gratuitously Greek .
On the side, I had a green bell pepper, halved and filled with deliciousness.
By deliciousness, I mean my new favorite salsa:
This was stunningly spicy and flawlessly flavorful.
Topped off with a hummus happy trail!
Again, another approved (and encouraged) staple for kitchen-free month!
Dessert was really out of the ordinary for me. A.K.A. it wasn’t popcorn.
Another weird thing about the way I respond to sickness: I convince myself that really hot and really cold foods/drinks make me feel better. This usually means a lot of tea-chugging and uncharacteristically frequent ice cream consumption.
Last night, I got my hot and cold in during dessert.
Black and white cookie?
I wish No.
No Pudge Brownie with vanilla fro-yo!
As I’ve said, I’m not a chocolate person. No Pudge brownies are the only ones I really enjoy. I think this is because I undercook them (so they are sort of pudding-ish) and prepare them with plain Greek yogurt (opposed to the vanilla yogurt called for in the directions). You have to use about double the suggested 1 tbsp. of yogurt (for the single serving preparation) since Greek yogurt is so much thicker—but I love it because the brownies come out really tangy and creamy. Maybe a devout brownie-lover wouldn’t like my method—but this is the only way I like my brownies!
The hot and cold combo was on-point, and, as usual, I convinced myself that it made me feel better.
This remedy didn’t prevail to sideline today’s sickly symptoms. So, I’m off to continue my green tea treatment.
Hope you’re all warm and toasty on this torrential Thursday!