I’ve been traveling all week, as in I left my house Monday at 5:15am and I just got home at 11:15 pm, Friday. Five days gone. Five days of trying to find something not fried or greasy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Depending on the hotel, I can sometimes get an egg white omelette for breakfast, or at the very least, whole wheat toast with peanut butter. Lunch is usually a crap shoot, generally involving cheese sticks, Clif Bars and protein shakes from whatever convenience store I can find. Dinner…well, I usually give up by Wednesday night, and find a place I can order a burger (no bun) and a beer. My point is that for as much as I travel, not eating junk food and gaining 30 lbs takes work, and by the time I get home all I can think of is eating light and refreshing.
So it is with sadness and despair that I stare into my double-wide refrigerator on a late Friday night.
My husband works, and eats very differently than I do. Read: meat, meat, meat, apples. He often tries to have something waiting for me, even if it’s just a bottle of red – freshly opened, but tonight he is asleep and my refrigerator is almost empty. I’m not being hyperbolic, there is one hard boiled egg, half an avocado and half a bottle of Chardonnay, none of which appeal to me. When I left on Monday this fridge was packed with fresh fruit, fresh veggies, and home-cooked meals ready to warm and eat. On the plane home I was dreaming of a cold fresh fruit salad with a side of plain yogurt or maybe a crispy salad topped with rotisserie chicken, and it is the demoralizing cherry on top when I realize that I don’t even have half and half for my coffee in the morning. I can’t blame my husband, he worked from 5am-10pm every day this week, so a trip to the grocery store was next to impossible, but in this moment my thoughts turn to homicide. Would it have killed him to leave me some chicken and lettuce? Maybe some grapes?
I’d have settled for a thimbleful of half n half so I didn’t have to go to the store BEFORE I have my coffee the next morning. *sigh* I settle for the wine, grab a spoon and the peanut butter, sit on the couch and turn on the TV. Tomorrow is another day.
Journey On, Janes.