So, the paper is done!!! And I am way beyond sleep-deprived. And it will take my body 10 years to recover from all the sugar I’ve downed in order to get through this. And I still have a presentation to give tonight. But, after that, I will be school-free for four whole days. That means I will have a four-day vacation from getting utterly drenched in torrential downpours on the way from work to class only to sit in an over-air-conditioned room for 3.5 hours.
I may have been smiling on the outside, but I was crying on the inside.
So were Deborah, Lucia, and Pura:
Anyway, I’ve at least been pairing my sugar overages with some green. When I eat too much junk, it’s always in addition to and not instead of a healthy base. Hopefully, my body will thank me by not letting diabetes spontaneously develop overnight.
My packed lunches this week involved a variation of this recipe for Catfish and Tomatillo Salsa from EatingWell. Except I used chicken instead of catfish because that was what I had. And I completely ignored every part of the recipe except the part that told me what to put in the salsa. Well, that’s sort of a lie. I used more tomatillos and more onion than the recipe required because I wanted to use everything. By the way, if you don’t know about tomatillos, you should get acquainted.
They resemble green tomatoes on the outside and somewhat on the inside, but the flavor is more like a Granny Smith apple.
I used two of my CSA garlic scapes in place of the garlic, and I also had to improvise when the recipe wanted japapenos and I did not have any. Instead, I poured in this super spicy green salsa that Lillian had left over from her tacos last week at work:
I chopped 1.5 chicken breasts (I’ve had them in my freezer since November at least!) and placed them on the bottom of a baking dish. The huge pile of salsa went on top.
I covered the dish and baked for 40 minutes at 400, and then I uncovered the dish and broiled for an additional 15 minutes to get this:
For the side, I decided to mobilize the rice I’ve been storing in my freezer for months. I defrosted Vianni’s veggie rice and chicken (and you know this is old because Vianni left my agency over six weeks ago!), Myrna’s rice and sardines, and stepdad John’s leftover coconut curry rice from a Thai restaurant and mixed them all together with BRM triticale berries to satisfy my whole-grains-loving conscience:
For an extra kick, I mixed all the rice-y goodness with the last of the TJ’s SPICY jalapeno-lime salsa (the origin of those orange bits in the picture above) from Elisabeth.
Outdoor patio lunch in action (the same day, incidentally, that afore-mentioned perfectly-timed-with-my-commute flood drama took place):
Food marriage has a much higher rate of success than people marriage:
As I’ve mentioned before, my agency has very Catholic roots and was started by nuns. This pious (?) man is probably a prominent Catholic figure, and he watched vigilantly over our lunch:
Word is, if you stare long enough, he actually starts to move closer. A religious miracle or a trick of perception? You decide. Or, if you don’t want to talk about religion and miracles, you can just tell me your best caught-in-the-rain story …