Breakfast: leftover gnocchi with pesto, one hard-boiled egg, a few Seasnax sesame seaweed sticks. The latter are weird: very sweet. Seaweed does not need to be sweet. Will ask the kid what they think of it. (Update: Mikey likes it! You never know.)
Lunch: raspberry Bellavitano cheese, sandwich on rosemary bread with curried chickpea sandwich spread and raw spinach.
I spent some time this afternoon trying to work out exactly what our gut repair diet/cleanse will consist of, and making a list of supplements I needed to buy. The list looked financially intimidating, at least at the kinds of prices I see at my local co-op, so I decided to look online for cheap natural-foods supplements. I decided on a site called Vitacost, and still managed to spend $167. That sounds like a ton, but for two people on a three-week cleanse it comes out to $28/person/week. Plus there will be some supplies left over. Why did I buy supplements for myself, when I don't really have any significant digestive problems? This is a good question. I could say "solidarity," but it would be more accurate to say, "wasn't really thinking." I'll probably go ahead and take them anyway, not so much in the spirit of solidarity as of science: then my husband and I can compare notes. Larger sample size.
Dinner: Kid was at their first-ever rock concert! (This guy.) So husband and I had chicken, braised with some scallions, sage, rosemary and thyme; white rice; and Madhur Jaffrey's Sri Lankan Greens, which I chose to make with mustard greens. I didn't have any curry leaves, nor time to go to an international grocery, so I left those out. The greens came out pretty spicy, so next time I would probably go with just one green chili pepper instead of two. (Since I've been keeping a big package of green serranos in my freezer, however-- there must have been about fifty of them, and I think I paid something like $1.47-- I have become generous with them.) However, between the mustard greens themselves, the spice of the chili peppers, and the unusual addition of dried coconut, this was a flavorful dish, and its pot liquor jazzed up the chicken and the rice as well.
Other snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half.
Breakfast (before work): Leftover greens, orange, piece of rosemary toast with butter? Not totally sure. To be honest, between Tuesday afternoon (the 8th) and Friday morning (the 11th) I did not record anything (you'll see why in a moment) and am working from memory. Definitely some vanilla ice cream with homemade chocolate sauce afterwards.
Lunch (after work, 2:30): I stop by Capital City Cheesecake again, because when I ate their lunch on Monday I scarfed it down so fast there was no time to truly enjoy it. So now I need to really sit down and savor my lunch from there, along with the accompanying relaxation that comes from hanging out on my computer and knowing I don't need to be anywhere else soon. At least, that is how the rationalization goes. I order an everything bagel with their homemade veggie cream cheese (it is really good), and tomato and onion-- and a little bag of chips, because I have a chip problem. One of my coworkers from the restaurant is also there (oh, the disloyalty!) and we chat while I wait for my sandwich to be ready. He is reading Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. Then I go home and eat my sandwich and play Civilization.
My kid has a school event this evening that is supposed to be over at 8:00, so I ask my husband to pick up some Subway for himself, as well as sandwiches for me and kid to eat when we get home. I arrive at the school about 7:00 in order to see a short performance by my kid, but cannot find them right away. I stand around looking at a photography exhibit. Eventually my phone rings. The kid's voice sounds funny. They are outside crying, surrounded by friends and a couple of teachers. It turns out that one of the science projects on display involved cars running back and forth on invisible wires near the floor. The kid saw an adult they knew across the room, started jogging over to say hi, and tripped over one of these invisible tripwires, landing squarely on their elbow. The assistant principal, who is one of the supporters gathered round, recommends we "get her seen." So it's off to the urgent care, where it takes almost 3 hours to get inconclusive X-rays, three ibuprofen, and a sling. And, may I just mention, we are fucking starving. And exhausted (rock concert last night, broken bone tonight). And kid, of course, is in a lot of pain.
Dinner (11:15 pm): Subway sandwiches eaten in misery. Mine is a 6-inch "steak" sub ("What is this meat?" I ask my husband, who bought it. "It looks like... Steak-ums?"), with a bunch of unusual things on it, like jalapenos and some kind of spicy relish. However, since I refused to give my husband any guidance about what to order, I have relinquished any right to complain. A little bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, which I did request. Kid is jealous of my Doritos, so I give them three. After dinner, we go straight to bed.
Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 3 regular, 1 decaf, with half and half. The other waitress dropped a bottle of wine on top of my second cup of regular, which-- amazingly-- resulted only in some slight spillage of the coffee. The bottle of wine, and the coffee mug, remained intact. It could have been so much worse. One cup of Pero with half and half and honey.