Woke up headachy and tired. Was told that I flailed in my sleep again. Wow, this is kind of intense. I took the dog for a walk and held off eating breakfast to avoid the mid-morning hunger, which tends to be the worst for me.
Luckily this is a work at home day so I can make my emergency soup and my enchiladas. I won’t have to cook any more meals for the duration of the challenge, which is a bright spot because I’m not enjoying cooking.
Oatmeal with brown sugar and milk; half of a peach
The rice porridge appears again and I have it with an over easy egg served on top of it. This is delicious. Truly my favorite meal yet. I could eat this every day.
In the afternoon I cooked my emergency soup. I took some of the chicken broth from poaching the chicken and added half of a sliced onion, a tiny handful of rice from my bulk bin purchase and then an even tinier handful of lentils from my cupboard. I decide that my monetary cushion allows this. (I could have easily bought them and why go to the store again?) I also add a cut-up carrot, which my cushion allows or it could have been given to me at a food pantry. Is this cheating? Then I put in the rest of the bok choy. Ahhh Greens! And cook until everything is tender. Add salt and pepper and taste and here’s my missing two meals.
I also make enchiladas. First I peel and cut the sweet potatoes into small dices. I toss them in oil and salt and roast them at 400 degrees until tender. I grate the rest of the cheese (goodbye cheese!) and then I fry the tortillas in oil. To assemble, I roll up a little shredded chicken, cheese, and sweet potatoes in 12 tortillas (3 meals for 2 people). I’m pleased that there is enough chicken, cheese, and sweet potatoes to have a quesadilla as a snack or small meal.
I open the enchilada sauce and the smell assaults me. I have a flashback to barfing in Kindergarten class. Not a good sign. Why didn’t I buy dried chiles and make my own? What was I thinking? It would have been cheaper too. I look at the ingredient list and see that sugar is in the number 2 position. I think, “at least it’s not high fructose corn syrup.”
Meanwhile I’m feeling very apprehensive. It’s Friday night and we’re heading over to a friend’s house to play card games. I know there will be food.
2 enchiladas (they don’t taste as bad as the sauce smelled but they are awfully sweet; pretty gross really) a scoop of beans cooked the day before. Everything was made better by cilantro once again.
So we went to the friend’s house and there was indeed food. Chips and homemade dips made lovingly with care for us. I decided it was too contrived not to eat them and kind of rude too. It wasn’t like a party. It was just four of us. I mean who in their right mind living on food stamps would go to a friend’s house and refuse to eat the free food? So I ate just a few chips and dips.