15 March Wednesday

After a long day of composing musicals with elementary school students, and an intense workout at the gym, I was pooped. I got home, jumped in the shower, had a ZOOM with my bro and sis-in-law, and was so hungry afterwords, I could hardly walk. But walk I did. I went out, hangry and confused, not wanting anything in particular and not wanting to spend money for convenience. Frustrated, I thought surely I had something, something in the house that I could eat and enjoy, and couldn´t I power through my present delirium and take care of myself? Well, it turned out the answer was yes.

I went home. The crumbs from a bag of tortilla chips? Check! A quarter cup of week old chili? Check! A savagely wilted and bruised butt end of iceberg lettuce? Check! An almost empty bag of cheddar cheese? Check! Can of black beans? Check! A can of black olives? Check! Extra-tangy sour cream from January I found at the back of the fridge? Check!! What do you get? An amazing taco salad.

Let´s talk about expiration dates. Sometimes, they happen. Sometimes, you are promised something for a lifetime, only to watch it mold in days. Somethings astound me at how long they last. I´m not talking about leftovers, I´m talking about ingredients.

Ok, BOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIING!! Cut to a couple of days later. The corned beef has been on the stovetop for three and a half hours, the colcannon is resting comfortably, and the soda bread-