Wouldn’t you know it? Another week has gone by, another seven days down, which can only mean, time for What I Ate Wednesday. I’m going to skip the formalities today and head right to the high points. Jenn. Peas and Crayons. Check her out. Check it all out. Do it in color. Color is fun….shit, where was I?
Let me start (provided you ignore the whole first paragraph) by saying I love Thanksgiving. I really do. I love the people, the food, the excitement, the pies, the parades (alright, not the parades), but my absolute favorite part about Thanksgiving is the leftovers, which I can take home and eat in my house, all by my lonesome (the Hubby’s here too, but he’s adapted to my weirdness).
I might have mentioned it before, but I’m an introvert. “Don’t make me tell you again,” she says in her best Mr. T voice. “I pity the fool who makes me repeat myself.”
Back to the topic, I’m going to let you in on a secret about introverts, at least me because I don’t necessarily want to speak for all of us.
I’m not anti-social, and I actually genuinely like people a lot, although I’m not a huge fan of small talk. I find it awkward and unnecessary, which is pretty much what goes on at big social functions. I can hang for a while, but inevitably I will need to grab some down time in the midst of all the chaos. I’ll go for a walk, start to clean up, or usually wind up in the kitchen doing dishes just to get a few moments alone. See, I’m a great party guest; I socialize AND do dishes.
So while I love Thanksgiving and getting to catch up with everyone, I also really enjoy eating leftovers the next day in the solitude of my own home. The point of all this rambling (so much for disliking small talk, huh?) is to explain why I’m sharing with you “What I Ate Last Friday,” also known as the Deconstructed Thanksgiving Edition. Watch out now! I’m using fancy food terms.
Breakfast was a cup of coffee (not pictured, and I’m guessing this isn’t going to ruin your day) and the very last slice of my own homemade apple pie.
Lunch or second breakfast as I like to call it (those Hobbits were onto something) was fried eggs, potato patties topped with Asiago cheese and the perfect companion, an Asiago cheese roll. Double the cheese, double the fun.
For those of you not familiar with my high-brow fancy potato patties, you’re missing out. To recreate these beauties, heat a little olive oil on a skillet, take your leftover mashed potatoes and using your hands form them into a patty. Then you, ♫ “Smack that, all on the floor. Smack that, give me some more” ♫….er, smack that patty onto your skillet for a couple of minutes per side. If you’re feeling frisky, top with your cheese of choice.
My snack for the day was a cup of hot chocolate and two slices of red velvet roll, which I’m pretty sure was highly processed and not at all good for me. In fact, it tasted like liquid sugar. Seriously, I couldn’t taste red velvet or cream cheese, but I sure could taste the sugar. No regrets; I enjoyed every single bite, and then proceeded to run around the house like a complete spazz for a good twenty minutes.
After my sugar high subsided, I set about making a healthier dinner. I hollowed out what was left of the acorn squash, mixed it with the remaining Moroccan veggies and couscous, and turned it into a stew. Now, I know the color isn’t all that appetizing, but the flavors were spot on. I also appear to have a large chip in my bowl, which might have happened during my sugar high. I’m not entirely sure what went on during that period; other people black out, I sugar out.
In any event, I ended the night on a good note and with another Asiago cheese roll. What? The shelf life on fresh bread is so short, I had to eat it. It would be a disservice to starving people everywhere if I were to let it go bad.
Now you know why I’m jumping back on my healthified train, where the conductor plays fast paced workout songs and the patrons zumba up and down the aisles. Chugga, chugga, choo choo.
What do you do with your Thanksgiving leftovers? Do you have much of a sweet tooth? Do you wanna ride on my train (that sounds awkward)?