Lately dinner has been a rush. Work is wonderful but stressful so late nights lead to quick fixes like burgers or mac & cheese or worse…takeout. Needless to say, I haven’t been cooking as much as I’d like. Which also accounts for the long periods of silence in between posts. I just haven’t been able to experiment with creating new recipes lately.
While dinner is a struggle, breakfast is something I’ve come to love and need. I used to be the person who never ate breakfast, went to work, maybe grabbed a cup of coffee on the way, and then didn’t put anything of substance in my stomach until about 1:30 or 2pm. Yet somehow when I started forcing myself to eat breakfast a few years ago, I became addicted and now need it to survive. On the occasional day I leave my apartment without food in my belly, I feel nauseous and dizzy on the subway ride in, until I’m able to finally fill that void. To avoid the drab bowl of cereal, I try to prep some foods on Sunday night to carry me through the week’s mornings.