Well Fed, Flat Broke: Toad In The Hole
On Saturday, Spouse asked me a question and I burrowed headfirst into the pile of laundry on the couch like a netherworld sand worm going deep. Amused, Toddler crawled in with me and we ignored Spouse together. What was he asking about? It doesn’t really matter. I’m the kind of tired that has no room for questions. The kind of tired that just can’t even right now.
And itâ€™s a grateful kind of tired, because itâ€™s a magical, gratifying kind of busyness. Sure, Iâ€™ve reached a point where I might burst into tears if you ask me to do just one more thing, but theyâ€™re happy tears. Happy tears that get me out of doing stuff.
This past weekend, my book made its debut and we celebrated in a fancy local bookstore and ate food made from recipes I wrote, and I wore a new dress and shape-wear and high heeled shoes. It felt like a wedding, only with less 90s hip hop and no one had to help me go to the bathroom. In the week leading up to the launch, I did one million candid interviews with newspapers and pre-recorded radio programs and magazines, and showed up live on the radio and on TV. I only took three days off of work. And Toddler was still all about Toddler, of course.
So, this week, itâ€™s all about comfort food. In particular, the comfort food that has comforted me my whole life, from sitting at my parentsâ€™ table those rainy nights after field hockey practice, to cooking for roommates after exams, to dinnertime at the end of one of those seemingly endless newborn days. When I couldnâ€™t pull myself together, I could always pull this together.
Toad in the Hole will get you through.
Recipe perks: Carbs on meat. Kid-friendly. Easy and fast. Soy-free if you check your sausage contents. Shameless.