It’s been THAT kind of week.
You know, the kind when you wake up early on a Saturday morning (because there’s no sleeping in for you today – hello, bridal shower!) and in the midst of your A.M. grogginess, you discover you have only three things left in your fridge: kale, sweet potato tater tots and eggs.
The kind of week where you reluctantly make do with these three ingredients only to burn the kale chips inedible, undercook the tots and drown you morning breakfast sorrows in Sriracha mayo (1 T mayo: 3 squirts Sriracha) and coffee.
The kind of week where you realize you have to move apartments in two weeks and are completely unprepared to do so.
The kind of week where there’s no time to cook and even less time to blog about the non-existent food you never cooked. I swear I had good intentions for Curried Coconut Red Lentil Chili + Cornmeal Quinoa Black Bean Patties (<- recipe to come, if I ever get around to it).
The kind of week that ends with a nasty heat wave, sending your apartment thermometer to a soul-crushing 90 degrees. And apparently, the heat wave hasn’t even started yet?
The kind of week where you pay $1200 for car repairs, get pooped on, spend all your weeknights furiously working to make a freelance writing deadline, realize one of your best friends is moving and get diagnosed with a sinus infection and remedy those things by buying 10 copies of Mama Pea’s new cookbook + scheduling an hour-long massage.
The kind of week where you yearn for next week. A new beginning. A fresh start. Another week to make it right.
The kind of week where the only thing to do is drink a beer, eat some ice cream and forge on.
Pass the beer and ice cream.