I won’t lie- the first day back from having 5 days off was rough.
How is it that I was super busy, which should make time fly, but it was the slowest day ever?
I blame Tuesdays. They suck.
Add another 25 minutes to my normal commute time?
This girl was NOT a happy camper. Straight-up hateful, if we’re being honest.
The roomie had asked if I was interested in going for a walk later on because it was relatively nice and I told her I’d be down for it as I got some weight training out of the way. I mostly wanted to do strength training first because it had been ages. But it was also very important that I got at least a half hour of alone time to cool off from my Tuesday rage.
It was in her best interest. My poor friend Annie, who called me on the way home, was not so lucky. I still feel bad (and will apologize again!). Pretty sure I really brought her down. Such a Debbie Downer. Whoomp whoomp…
Anyway, I dusted off my copy of No More Trouble Zones by Jillian Michaels and gave it a go. Cautiously- only doing 5 of the 8 circuits. I haven’t broken that one out for a few months (ahem), and even my other Jillian dvds hadn’t been in use since I moved 2 weeks ago.
Who am I???
After sweating it out a little bit, and killing my quads, I was ready for a walk around the neighborhood.
We checked out a new street (new to us) of bars and restaurants. And then my roomie got pooped on by a bird. Again. This time on the leg.
Nature really does hate her.
Once we got back (and some of us showered off- gross!), I figured the only way to end the craptastic (literally) day was to fall back on a comfort food.
Because I’m a girl who participates in monotonous eating during most of the week, my refrigerator wasn’t quite prepared for the random surge of the desire to cook.
As in, I found an awesome recipe for lemon, artichoke, and pasta, but didn’t have the “fresh” ingredients they asked for. Like none of them. Unfortunately, the thrifty girl in me doesn’t roll that way. I keep my staples consistently handy and that’s about it. Even the lemon was from a bottle. Don’t judge.
The recipe was not followed exactly. When it comes to cooking, eyeballing it all is more my style (ahem- definitely used more black olives than the original recipe). Makes me feel more legit. Like I belong on the Food Network or something. Especially since I lack the fresh ingredients.
Did it turn out? Thankfully, yes. Yes it did. Thank goodness I had that lemon flavoring around (leftover from a night involving vodka cocktails, I believe). It was a real burst of flavor. Which is sometimes not the case when olive oil is the main base of the “sauce”. Or at least that’s my opinion.
Parmesan really topped it off- another very important ingredient that I wouldn’t make the dish without. Again, something fresh I didn’t have on hand- but luckily there was a backup in the refrigerator. Thanks Kraft.
This will be made again. Fresh ingredients or no- it made my tummy happy. My rage became a little less severe.
And it saved my Tuesday from being a complete disaster.
So you know it’s a big deal. Word.