Not the pizza I wanted
This afternoon I received a phone call from one of my long-time friends. We catch up every few weeks, and today was one of those days. Most of our talks are about how we are each coping with Covid-19.
I told her I was craving pizza, but I have not had it since I’m not willing to order or take it out from a restaurant in my neighborhood. She agreed with that reasoning, as too many restaurants where I live are not strictly enforcing social distancing guidelines.
The restaurants are divided into two camps in this regard: either they have decided to actively enforce people not sitting in the restaurant and ordering takeout only, or they are fully serving and leaving it to the discretion of the patrons as to if they will remain and dine.
I haven’t even mentioned that one of my favorite pizzerias went out of business. The best Italian restaurant, a block up from the pizzeria also went out of business.
So, what did I do?
What I have often done during this pandemic, which is, dream about the food I crave, realize I’m not going to order out, and head into the kitchen to make something else to eat.
I took out the frying pan, sprayed it with cooking spray, turned on the flame, and cracked two fresh eggs into the pan. After a moment I broke the yolks, as I hate runny yolks, and fried the eggs for four minutes. I sprinkled them with lemon pepper and scraped them onto two pieces of wheat bread.
I sandwiched the bread, slicing it in half.
My friend said, “That sounds great.”
“It was,” I replied. “I cook better than any pizzeria or restaurant.”
I’m not Julia Child, but I know my way around the kitchen.
The truth is, I have been amazed at how little it takes to satisfy a food craving and how little I need to use when I’m cooking. When I worked in Manhattan, I used to spend $15.00 on lunch without a thought or a care.
I also wish I had thought of making a fried egg sandwich when I was studying and putting myself through grad school at night. It didn’t occur to me to have dinner. I was too worried about the next paper I needed to write, and if I had clean clothes for work the next day. There were many nights I did laundry at midnight or 1 a.m., instead of taking five minutes to make a decent meal.
I’m not grateful for the pandemic, but I am grateful for the simplicity and slowdown of life that is occurring. If an egg sandwich is all it takes to make me happy, I’m grateful for that, too.