Today after I finished working on my new book I found myself in panic mode because usually after these writing days of creative, blissful fulfillment, I reward myself with a cheeseburger that drips with grease, globs of cheese and ketchup.
These last few weeks I have been sticking to a strict diet, no bread or pasta, mostly veggies, small glasses of wine, grilled chicken, fish, but mostly veggies. I love veggies, but not always the inconvenience of cooking them. The trouble with me is that when I want something to eat I want to immediately grab it and gorge like a wild boar.
I’ve stuck to this diet this long and it feels good. But damn it, today I wanted something truly, truly, truly, that’s three truly’s well, now four, junky, greasy and delightful……and so I paced and paced while my thoughts did a torturous boogie-woogie in my head… –there is that burger joint down the street, go for it bitch, you know you want it.. Go! –But there are eggs, fresh kale and other healthy stuff in the frig… You just spent 5 months in Italy eating everything in sight you swine! –March your fat ass into the kitchen and eat the Kale! —This inner dialogue went on for entirely too long, (one hour thirty-six seconds to be exact.)
There I was chopping that kale and taking all my greasy artery-clogging frustration out on it. When I was done I had a pile of greens on my counter that looked like I emptied a lawn-mower bag. Next, I took out my large sauté pan and put inside the smallest amount of olive oil and then the chopped kale. I stirred it around, adding hot pepper flakes, a tiny bit of garlic… Now what? I contemplated. –Well, I had some chicken broth and so I added enough to make it look like a thick soup and brought it to a simmer. What else can I add? I pondered while kicking images of cheeseburgers out of my fat craving mind. I scanned the frig and my eyes fell on the organic eggs I bought yesterday. Perfect! I cracked two in the center of my green masterpiece and covered the pan. When the eggs were done I spooned them into a bowl and wreathed Kale around them, and finally ladled the steaming broth over the entire concoction. I brought it to the table, hoping I didn’t create something that would taste like a swamp in the Amazon. I started to eat, slowly, cautiously, and within seconds I was eating with gleeful, cheeseburger-blocked excitement.