The left overs.
We’ve all had them. We all scour the fridge, looking through Tupperware containers, Ziploc bags, Styrofoam boxes and plastic doggie bags (or whatever else you throw it into) and are either:
A.) Pleased with your left over meal from the night before, from say that great Italian meal you had the other night and just couldn’t quite finish at the resturant. And now you dive into it with your fork as if it was the best cold pasta you have ever tasted, and it is.
B.) You keep opening and closing that fridge door, rummaging through those boxes, wishing that something new, hot and tasty would magically appear so you could say you had a different meal out of the entire week.
Yeah, that can be me.
I open the fridge, gaze into the chilled cooler of my bounty and wonder if there is anything else to eat besides leftovers.
The crumbled cold mess above is leftover coconut blueberry pancakes from Saturday. It was my Monday lunch. Topped with some almond butter, leftover blueberry sauce and my sad attempt at coconut butter.
And you know what? It was divine. Even straight from the fridge. The almond butter added extra texture and flavor to the meal. I found myself licking my tupperware clean.
No almond butter left behind is my motto.
After a fun 1500 swim at the gym that involved a 200 warm up, 12 x25 IM (sans butterfly since I can’t fly at all), 1×50 easy, 12×25 kicks, 1×50 easy, 6×75 free, and a 200 cool down.
It took me just over 1/2 an hour. I felt so tired and I just dragged. Thought I felt great afterwards
Love being in the water.
And dinner? Guess what?
That’s right. More left overs.
Pasta, feta, veggies and 2 slices of toast, a pickle and a hard boiled egg. I’m thinking I should have topped that baby with some Tabasco sauce.
It was a rather filling meal and I couldn’t finish it all so I set it aside for, wait for it, lunch
I seriously don’t know how Hubby does it. He eats the same meal for lunch, snack and dinner in different propportions of course, of grilled chicken, veggies and brown rice for 5 days a week.
That’s it. No cheese. The horror! No bread (except I noticed 2 slices of my Ezekiel bread missing the other day) and no spices. Egads, man.
I love you honey, and I think you are strong and brave for what you are doing, but I wouldn’t be able to do it.
I need flavor. I need spices. I need variation. My taste buds had been through enough and now they demand the goods!
And looky what I found in my cabinet:
Photo courtesy of Clif Bar website
I crumbled some up and sprinkled it into the last of my left over blueberry sauce.
I loved loved loved the Clif Bar! Chewy, chocolatey, with some added crunch of the almond, which was surprising since I thought the almond would have been blended right into the bar.
I highly recommend this bar for those who have a chocolate craving. Just half of it satisified my craving and the rest is waiting to be eaten today when I get home from yoga.
Speaking of which, I am participating in Jenna‘s 21 Days of Yoga Challenge (Eat Live Run blog). I have been slacking in the yoga department and this is the perfect opportunity to get at least 10 minutes of yoga a day. I managed to do half and hour before bed, working on a Dave Farmar’s Baptiste yoga podcast. It kicked my butt. And I am happy for it.
Care to join me, Jenna and a number of others in doing 21 days of yoga? I promise you’ll love it.
Oh and a little off topic but here’s how I make the perfect hard boiled egg.
My secret weapon, which I love and adore, is this egg timer!
I got it at a shop on Bowen Island in British Columbia 2010. West Coast Canada And it has never failed me. Simply place in the pot of water surrounded by the eggs. . .
Set heat to boil. Once it boils for a good 3 minutes or so, I lower the heat and as soon as the timer goes completely yellow, I take the eggs off the stove and submerge them in cold water.
Crack it open and . . .
. . . perfectly yummy hard boiled egg.
Breakfast today was left over green smoothie from yesterday. I then had left over watermelon and cantaloupe.
Lunch was left over pasta dinner and bread from last nights dinner.
I just had a date. Darn my sweet tooth.
I’ve sorta planned out my meals for the week and yes, they involve left overs. I just got to find a way to spruce them up a bit.
Do you ever find yourself eating leftovers throughout the week? How do you incorporate variation so you don’t get bored? What’s the longest length of time have you eaten leftovers other than the week after Thanksgiving?
And here’s a fun photo from last night:
My crazy dog thinks he’s still small enough to perch on the back of the couch. He also loves messing with my hair.
In the plan for tonight: Paint, cycle and yoga!!