Raising the Lunch Bar
Kiwi food processor that nearly took my hand off |
I battled a prehistoric Kiwi food processor for the first
time today. The 1960’s or 70’s Goldair
beige contraption spit oats at me, then acted constipated when I fed her pitted
dates. Even worse, she tried to amputate my hand. “Goldie” doesn’t like it when
you try to separate her blade from her bowl (even when you twist to follow the
arrow that says, ‘remove’).
I took Goldie for a test drive because of my new obsession
with energy bars. We recently exhausted our supply of calorie-dense, chocolate-peanut
buttery, factory-processed rectangles smuggled in my luggage from the US (a bargain at 50
cents each). Similar confections in New Zealand cost three or four dollars. Bugger that, I’ll make my own.
I mix my inaugural chewy squares using Pete’s Breville Motiv blender. Add one cup of oats, one-half cup of
powdered milk, one-half cup of almonds, one-half cup of diced dried apricots…. Soon, food fusion gets tricky. And sticky. Pulse
dry ingredients, then add dates, eggs and maple syrup. The blender whirls
and slices, then sputters and stalls. Rur-rurrr…. Rur-rurrr… I give up, scraping the oaty-eggy-syrupy muck from the blender and mixing it by hand in a
bowl. The bars bake up miraculously
well. Pete says not only do they taste good, they also have a mild laxative
effect (makes you wanna rush to my house for a meal, doesn’t it?).
The reason for my energy bar fixation is not just
because I need a feed lot full of snacks for my
two-small-children-whose-appetite-is-anything-but-small, but also because I
have one of those partners who doesn’t eat all day. So, being a nuturing mom/mum (and eternally hungry person who projects my runner's appetite onto others), I’m determined to send Pete out the door in the morning with something he can furtively nibble whilst
on the computer, on the phone or even in the ‘loo.
Pete says, “I’m so busy at work. Everyone’s always asking
for something. I don’t have time to eat.”
Just hearing that makes my stomach growl. My
PAHT-nah and I sit at opposite ends of the meal continuum, as in, I require
regular meals and snacks, and he can last days or weeks without solid food. “I
had a coffee at work,” he’ll say. This is an exaggeration - barely. How can you
function all day without eating? I would chew my arm off, curse out the world,
disown my young and wither like a slug in a salt mine. This is an exaggeration
- barely.
A family member (John) belongs to the same Undereaters
Anonymous (at work) club as Pete. John’s a child psychiatrist. When I tell him nothing
gets between me and lunch, even when working, he says, “It’s kinda hard to eat
when you have a crying family sitting in front of you.”
Watch me.
If you ever read Oprah magazine (admit it!), you’ve seen Dr.
Phil’s column, where he gives someone a suggested script he/she can use to
discuss an issue. In the service of nuturing moms/mums around the world, I
give you this script. Adapt as needed [note – none of these scenarios is
remotely true]:
Dear crying family/pushy client/ asshole
boss/screaming children:
I know you’re
hurting/harried/drunk/relentless.
I feel your pain/see your
problem/smell your breath/hear your screams.
However, I must fill a basic
need before I attend to yours.
I haven’t ingested a crumb in
five hours. If I don’t eat within five minutes - I’LL DIE.
Or at the very least, be grumpy.
And unproductive.
You see, if I don’t eat, you’ll
get
Crap advice/Blown deadlines/Water
in your scotch/Locked in a cage.
So
please, don’t think me rude if I quietly munch this sandwich in front of you.
In fact, I’ve brought enough to share. Please join me for:
Egg
salad/Steak/Scotch/Scotch
Thank you for understanding. This lunch is
pretty good, huh? Mur-muh-mmmm-mmm…
I’m still
making lunch bars. But Goldie the food processor’s getting tossed like
yesterday’s sandwich. On second thought,
that ham and cheese is probably still good…
Excuse me
whilst I eat.
Raising the lunch bar |
Oh you nailed it, lady!! When I'm ready to rip into someone I try to remember to rip into something first! Sooth the savage beast within.
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