Monday, August 23, 2004

Piecing it all back together again

As I lean forward toward my monitor to read (damn the nearsightedness, but I'll rant about that another time), resting chin on fist while poring through morning blogs, I catch the light fragrance of onions. So I change hands. It's there, too. The memory of last nite's dinner, with its degree of success and failure, returns. As I have regaled before, some evenings I come home very tired, last nite was no exception, in fact it was exceptional how tired I really was. Absolutely paralyzed with fatigue, so after having sat down for a few minutes, I went and took a nap for half an hour or so. I forced myself awake because I knew it was either that or wake up at 1 or 2am all disoriented and disheveled. So I forced myself awake and up, determined to make a sensible meal. I have the makings for a nice Caesar salad with chicken, so I begin to put it together, but remember, I am rather discombobulated with fatigue, so my coordination is a little off, and I wish I could have had a video tape of how pathetic I must have looked doing all this. I remember musing over thoughts of the lettuce, taking hearts of Romaine, perfectly trimmed and beautifully packaged whole and cutting them up into small pieces. I remember painfully grating the parmesan cheese. And the onions. O! The onions. When I didn't have a sweet red onion to add, I took the next best thing: a large yellow onion and sliced up few pieces. Evidently there's a big difference to the end result of a salad when one uses what they have versus what it calls for. And I most certainly don't remember having that day-after onion smell on my hands after having used a red onion. Anyway, truth be told, it made for a quite nice presentation and a pretty tasty salad, and that allayed my guilt far enough to warrant having what I really wanted, dessert afterwards!

Needless to say, with a full tummy and an ice cream sandwich, I had a really nice, deep sleep, and today I will do as I please! First thing, clean up the kitchen, I left it a mess last nite!

3 comments:

Terri said...

I often fight to stay awake after I get home from work. My husband always says "take a nap!" but I don't work that way. Like you I'm afraid a nap would mean I'll wake up at 2 or 3 am and not get back to sleep. My worst nightmare...insomnia. The doctor gave me Ambien to take because he says it's okay to take at 2:00am and I won't feel groggy the next morning. He lied! I tried it and had to take the next morning off of work. That salad sounds good though. I can't cook anymore. I microwave or heat and that's it. I just can't face the kitchen after work.

magz said...

thats why god invented microwave ovens ladies... or at least take out Colonal Buckets Chicken Fried Blashamy fer the way home.... you ahould try picking yer salads fresh from the garden! gawd ferbid ya rub eyes or other mucus membranes fore totally scrubbin hands... them chiles're murder!

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