I think everyone is familiar with the moment he or she realizes that there is joy that springs within oneself when looking forward to eating some sort of food item. MOST of the time, I think these moments are associated with cravings for junk, BUT, I personally also have these moments when there’s something in my lunchbox that I know I will enjoy. Whether or not it is a healthy morsel, if it is the BEST piece of food I have (in my tongue’s opinion) for that day, and I will salivate at the thought of it.
I had TWO of those snacks on the menu today. One of them, the first of the morning, was a magnificent mix of sausage and eggs with non-fat cheese! I microwaved my breakfasty mix, and hurried it back to my desk!
“YAY!!! GIVE ME ALL YOUR GREASY, SALTY GOODNESS!!!!!”, I was yelling in my head.
There was one thing I had forgotten, either due to my lack of coffee intake at this point in the morning, or perhaps due to the “blondeness gene” that is my scapegoat. After microwaving sausage, it is as HOT AS A VOLCANO. The inside of my mouth became one, giant, scorched piece of flesh with which I could no longer taste food for hours afterward!
My first delicious snack had been ruined by my own ditzy actions.
I did not lose heart or hope! I still had an apple and celery, onto which I was going to smear TONS OF DELICIOUS PEANUT BUTTER!! And since the peanut butter was organic and natural, I had no guilt whatsoever over my plans of doing so.
And so the time came for my second snack of the day…my food salvation…my Tuesday’s DELIGHT! I waltzed to the break-room with a triumphant twinkle in my eye, and gleefully opened the refrigerator. (Side note to those of you who do not know, Organic peanut butter must be refrigerated.) I reached in and snatched the jar that had “Leah” inscribed on the top! MY VERY OWN JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER WAS READY TO BE CONSUMED FOR THE FIRST TIME!
That’s when I realized something…and my eyes changed from their gleaming smirks to a downcast haze. When I had first purchased the peanut butter and brought it in to work, I did not open and stir it before placing it in the fridge. So now, I was face to face with two layers in that jar. The top layer was the peanut oil, still separated from the butter, and hardened by the cool temperature.
(To be continued….maybe.)