I have this weird thing. Okay, I have many "weird things". This one manifests itself most prominantly on Sunday. Home from church--everyone's tummy's are grumbling. When my interior is this empty I feel an extra sort of importance attached to whatever I put in my stomach first. It is probably not physiologically justified, but I tend to believe that on an empty stomach, whatever I eat will have a bigger impact. The nutrients could be absorbed much more quickly. So...coming in the door from church I, famished knees trembling, scramble to concoct a bowl of goodness to satiate a belly crying out for nutrition. Craig can be seen scooping up spoonfuls of dry cereal, Seth--cheese and crackers, Lucy--popcorn from nursery. Yet, I hold back the urge to reach for the closest calories. Shaking, I derobe the Sunday-dressed littles, scooch the girls off to naps and Seth to quiet time, spend some faltering moments in the kitchen, until finally:
Whole wheat pasta, avacado, arugula, home-grown tomatos, perlini (super tiny fresh mozzerella balls), sauteed eggplant, green onions, lime juice, olive oil, salt and cracked pepper.