A couple of days ago, I got a bee in my bonnet about making First Watch’s Pesto Chicken Bowl. It had long been a staple of my morning commute when I worked in Beachwood – I would order as soon as I left the house, stop in Macedonia and pick up my takeout order, and take it into the office with me and eat it for breakfast.
I made it a few times, but could never get the binding right. I ended up finding a recipe that Rosetta Stone’d it for me: equal parts pre-made (jarred) pesto and Ranch dressing.
Given my propensity for taking liberties, I switched Ranch dressing for hella thick Greek yogurt, and as they say – Bob’s your uncle!
I think the part that makes this a true winner is the fact that Charlie not only ate it, but he loves it.
Bob love him: I’ve expanded his palette quite a bit in the 18 years we’ve been together (he’d never had takeout Chinese food before we met). However, when it comes to his daily meal planning, his default setting is meat-and-potatoes, where mine is a lot more “let’s eat all the exotic foods!” So, this being one of my “weird” dishes that I make that he loves (read: “completely inhaled”), I’m gonna call that a win.
…But I think I’m also going to have to hide it in the back of the fridge when I make it if I want to actually eat any of it.
Yesterday, while watching CBS Sunday Morning, and finishing breakfast, we heard a knock on the door.
“What did you order,” Charlie asked me, only a little bit accusatory.
“I’m expecting an eyeshadow palette, but it’s not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” I replied, a little testily. Because sometimes, people come to the door – not in a pandemic, mind you – for reasons other than my affinity for online shopping.
It wasn’t until I heard someone descend down the front porch that I realized the knock called for more than the cursory, remember to go get the package off the porch that I usually give it.
I checked the window, and saw a regular car in the driveway, looking like it was getting ready to pull away.
“That’s a delivery from Heather and David!” Charlie yelled from the couch, and I ran to the front door to throw it open.
It was a GrubHub delivery from the donut shop, Circles on the Square — and this is where I have to admit I’m mostly bad at my intentions of shopping locally. Because even though I’ve driven past Circles on the Square a million and a half times, I’ve never actually ordered anything from them.
But thank Bob for good friends that miss you, and dip your toe in local waters for you. We’ve eaten almost all of them, and they are delicious cake donuts (my total favorite) with delicious toppings.
1. What are you using for a face covering when you venture out?
Lara made me a home-brew face mask, which was nice. Lara and I haven’t exchanged gifts in a long time. I really need to remedy that.
On Wednesday, my mask from I Heart Guts will be arriving, so I’ll probably be swapping those two when (if) I go out.
2. What’s a recent cover you like of a song you already liked?
Recent? It’s not recent, but I love to jam out to Chet Faker’s cover of No Diggety.
3. How good are you at keeping track of food storage container lids?
As long as they are for our “official” food storage – our glasslocks – we’re good. If they’re from takeout containers we’ve saved, it’s a whole other ball of wax.
4. When did you last cover for someone?
I can’t think of the last time, but I have one that comes to mind immediately when I think about covering.
When we got Rox, it was still in the era of declawing being an acceptable practice (though the tail end). We’d gotten Rox declawed and it was a totally botched job – the vet was about 950 years old, and a total hack. At my mother’s urging, she had me take Rox to another clinic, and then lie my face off about what had happened – for what reason to lie, I don’t know, but I was still a bit of a pushover, so I did.
Vet #2 didn’t believe a single thing coming out of my mouth, but she didn’t call me on it, and she did help. So there’s that.
5. In your residence, what has a special cover?
The record player. And it is To Be Kept Covered At All Times When Not In Use. Them’s the rules, bud.
This is all everyone wanted — to return to the lives that were traumatically interrupted by COVID-19. And I, too, want this. I want life to return to its gentle rythyms that we took for granted.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve fully worked from home, so to speak, that each day my intention was to work from home. I’ve had the odd time in my career where I would work from home because of snow, or illness, or because I had a big meeting. But never because home was the place that I would get work done.
Weirdly enough, there was a small jag of terror when the governor announced lifting lockdown. Because this is of course, what generalized anxiety looks like. I miss so much about having an office to go to, having a discrete and separate place where “work is completed,” and I have all the necessary tools to do it at my fingertips. I crave a schedule, and I know that I need that structure to thrive. That’s not what terrifies me.
These are some of the things that I will miss, though, about working from home:
Having my senior cat with me all day, getting to enjoy here while she’s still here.
Post-lunch, mid-afternoon naps.
Being able to vape all day at my desk while I’m working.
Not having to drive 70 miles a day to get to and from work – and the money we saved not buying gas. (Double-edged sword, because I knew the Faustian bargain I was striking marrying a man that worked in Ashland County)