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So everyone’s got a go-to lazy dinner; what you eat when you’re dead tired but need something more than cereal. For me, that is cubed frozen potatoes fried in a little butter with Red Robin seasoning (my Catholic guilt makes me buy it, it’s only $3, but most people just let it jump into their bag from the table at the reez) with a fried egg on top, and a tiny bit of barbecue sauce. It kind of takes a while, but I can do it while I get dressed or watch tv, and get up every few minutes to shake the pan so all the potatoes get evenly browned. It’s not the healthiest thing but it definitely is satisfying and delicious.
Yesterday I drove from Pacific City, OR (having spent the weekend with some cousins) to Seattle with my brother, while I had a ridiculously terrible allergy attack. (thanks for driving Mike!) I arrived home around 6 pm and was so wiped out I couldn’t do a dang thing except sit and watch TV and attempt to feed myself. The bag of potatoes in my freezer was only half of what I wanted, but I lucked out with a few sweet potato fries in there too. In they went to the pan. As my starches were frying, I went into the fridge for an egg and was confronted with about three weeks’ worth of veg from my CSA box, just staring at me. I absolutely adore the CSA – it’s like Christmas every Tuesday when I go pick up my stuff and open the box of gorgeous, brightly colored, picked-that-morning, chock full of vitamins deliciousness. But then the week gets busy and I forget to look up recipes even though the farm emails recipes to me just in case I am too lazy (I am), and the weekend finishes and there I am on Sunday night realizing I only have two days to eat like four jillion servings of awesome. The eating isn’t a problem so much as how the heck to cook this. So I buckled down last night, fought the exhaustion, and dug out some fresh, juicy garlic, some small Walla Walla sweets, a zucchini and a handful of green beans. I lightly sauteed these bad boys and added them to a ginormous platter, poured myself a glass of pinot grigio that someone graciously left in my fridge, dumped two eggs on top, and went to town. I never cook like this for myself, but it was just what I needed and I felt both nourished and accomplished. I wish I did this more often – but this is a good start!