Day 3 – What can I say? Today was not a good day. I again woke up with the same migraine. Work was a disaster. The fact that all the food that I prepare on a daily basis as a chef was so tantalizing and finally catching up to me. Since I prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for majority of our clients, I was reminded that the plethora of animal protein for me can be a mouthwatering experience.
I have a special weakness for applewood -smoked bacon and of course on this day it was especially aromatic and looked tantalizing. The glistening moisture of the surface called me by name. The southern-style biscuits shimmering with butter spoke to my soul and the eggs were perfectly cooked and I know were the perfect match to the applewood-smoked bacon. (What is it about bacon and eggs? The perfect combination!) The white gravy and and hash browns mocked me and that was just breakfast. The remainder of the day went downhill from there.
Of course I tried to overcompensate with one of my favorites for lunch. Sautéed spinach with roasted garlic, baby bella mushrooms, onions and shallots but the effort didn’t even placate me. I don’t know if I wasn’t getting enough non-animal protein or what but I was in a funk. I returned home from work to find that my daughter forgot her vegan lunch for the day. Oh brother, I couldn’t wait to hear what she did have for lunch.
When I did pick up the kiddos and went back home to prepare dinner, I washed and prepped fresh cauliflower, broccoli and onions to add to a vegan pasta frozen entrée that I’d previously purchased. Once I put everything together and tasted it, I was at a loss. It was utterly disgusting! I should have tasted the packaged pasta before adding it to my perfectly steamed fresh veggies but I didn’t. My mind was wandering and replaying the conversation with my daughter about how she’d eaten cheese bites and chicken nuggets at school that day since she’d forgotten her lunch. I didn’t fault her for that. She fought a good fight and if my children weren’t so gung-ho on trying out the vegan week, I wouldn’t have minded a bit if they didn’t participate at all. I was on the fence and any little thing that was non-vegan simply attracted me at this point.
So I had to throw all of my dinner out which definitely made me more than a bit perturbed. I tried rinsing off the perfectly steamed veggies but even that didn’t help. I then took out a vegan canned soup that I’d purchased several days ago and heated it up and even it was horrid! What was going on?! I couldn’t catch a break at all! So I threw that out as well and threw up my hands and we all just had a granola cereal with almond milk for dinner. The children supplemented with air-popped corn afterwards. I just went through my regular routine and prepared for the next day. I was a wreck indeed.
So, sometimes one has those days. There will be days when nothing seems to go right at all. I was definitely tried today. The migraine put me on edge, the food I cooked at work lit me on fire and the vegan lunch I’d prepared did not provide me with the pick-me-up that I craved. The recital of my daughters’ lunch teased me and the failure of my dinner(s) enraged me. The granola cereal barely brought me back to sanity and the call of sleep numbed the pain and frustration. I was just so, so proud of myself that I didn’t throw in the towel and I didn’t give up. A pat on the back for me…oh wait, I can’t even lift my arms. It’s not over yet – the fat lady has not sung!