Have you ever revisited a meal you used to have all the time? A meal that you probably had at least twice a week for who knows how long and then all the sudden it just disappeared off the menu?
I did last night with a mini veggie casserole. Or like the egg souffle I used to make minus the cottage cheese. Mostly because I didn’t have any on hand.
Anyways, this is how it all went down…
First, sautee an obnoxious amount of vegetables (assume the veggie to egg ratio will be off-balance).Then, whisk a whole egg plus an egg white with a little milk and realize yes, you were right, the veggie to egg ratio is off.Pour it all into a ramekin. You get bonus points if your ramekins are from 1980 or older- gotta love the 70’s flower power designs. ;) Bake at 375 degrees until the egg has set and is maybe a little browned on top (depends on your oven, but mine was baking for a little over 20 minutes). That’s your cue to add a mini corn muffin and some extra parmesan cheese as a topping. Turn the oven off, and throw the ramekin back in for another 5 minutes or so. Preciseness has never been my strong point when it comes to cooking. This shortcoming has rarely bothered me. Sometimes red wine goes with everything. And clearly I had some before I sat down for dinner and Modern Family. Sometimes I’m very impatient.
I used to never be a big red wine drinker. But it has recently replaced white wine when I’m in “a mood”.
Running often helps pull me out of “a mood”. But the workout room was busy (because of the size of my apartment’s work out room, 5 people would qualify as “busy”) and I got stuck on the obnoxiously loud treadmill. The loud treadmill really messes with a girl. It makes you want to go faster to get the run done and get off. But, at the same time, you’d almost prefer to run slower because the faster you go, the noisier it gets. Blah. It’s hard for me to get annoyed by the good treadmill already being taken. Even if it is being used by the slowest walking person of all time. I know I take up a lot of time on that thing. So I try to be patient. But you can guarantee that within 15 seconds of Mr. Slow Walker stepping off that treadmill, I had already stopped the monster I was on, jumped onto the good treadmill (or as I like to call it- MY treadmill), and was off and running.
Most of the people who frequent my gym know I do serious time on it, so I’m pretty they were all breathing a sigh of relief that I switched ‘mills and that they weren’t risking hearing loss by continuing to be there.
I’m not kidding. The second treadmill is THAT loud.
Rant over. I got my 5 miles in. So I won’t complain anymore.
Oh and because I did the mid-run switcheroo, I’m totally guessing, but I’m pretty sure my pace was a little under 8:25 if my math skills serve me correctly.