Monday, November 8, 2010

It Fills the Void

Sometimes I eat this for dinner:

The couscous is from a box...

And the tomatoes are from a can.

It takes about six minutes to prepare, there's not much nutritional value, and I add exactly zero spices, but man, it's warm and tasty and, as one Lia Carman used to say, "it fills the void."

This has been turned into a good meal on other nights; I'd probably sauté some garlic and onions, mix in some spinach, maybe toast up a Morningstar Farms Chik Patty, and sprinkle a bit of cheese on there. Delicious, right? You see, some days I actually care about food. But other days I get off work at 9 pm after I've spent the day trying to keep the attention of a zillion children whilst also making sure to cover some piano skills, talk about our love for music, and occasionally do a little therapy with them when they need it. You know, Talking Days. And my face hurts when I get home, from the talking, smiling, laughing, being tense, holding my breath... I'm halfway into my pajamas before I even put away my work bag.

It's days like this that this is my dinner. And it's so lovely. Today was lovely.


SophisticatedBrew said...

I'm glad you had a lovely day. I'm broken so I got subway. It definitely "filled the void."

Cody said...

Wow! I am impressed. I couldn't even do that after an exhausting day. I'd just microwave something or have wine and tater tots.