In my case, I can’t put a number on it. It’s more like one constant thought all the time rather than a number of separate ones throughout the day. Not just on Thursdays, either.
The reason for this isn’t only because I like to eat. Which I do, entirely too much (that is, I like it too much, and I eat too much), though that is part of it. Also, my family expects me, as well they should, to have something for them to eat three times a day. And that requires a good bit of thought.
Yesterday morning I did my weekly grocery run, which required me to think about food a whole lot: planning upcoming meals, taking inventory of staples, studying the sale ad for bargains, examining selections in the aisles, comparing prices, weighing decisions about dollar and nutritional values, etc. When I came home, I unloaded and put things away–all food-oriented, obviously.
Then I went out to the garden (food again) and picked some tomatoes to line my empty windowsills. Next, I picked a few purple beans, as our fourth planting is just now starting to produce. All the while, my mind was thinking food. What needs to be picked, and what can wait a bit longer? How can I best use that eggplant? Not to mention, I’m getting hungry. What should I have for lunch?
That’s an easy question when you’re in the garden this time of year. Whatever the answer, you can bet a tomato will figure into it. In this case, my eye lit on the row of long-neglected Swiss chard.
I could write a lengthy post on the subject of chard, but not today. For now, I’ll just say my thoughts went toward how I might turn some of that beautiful Swiss chard and a tomato into lunch.
Back at the house with my fresh-picked goodies, I steamed a little chard, heated half a leftover grilled chicken breast (because I don’t like cold meat) and cut it into bite-sized pieces. One of the tomatoes I’d picked was damaged and needed to be eaten immediately, so I chose it for slaughter. When the chard was done, I drained it, dumped it onto a plate, added the warm chicken breast, topped with half the tomato (saving the other half for hubby to eat when he came in later). As a finishing touch, I sprinkled a little fresh-grated Parmesan over top then drizzled with a bit of balsamic vinaigrette.
I’ve never seen a recipe for anything like this and have no idea what to call it. But it made a wonderful lunch.
Even though my belly was satisfied, however, my mind still played with food. What other things can I do with Swiss chard? Hmm…