Random Mondays

The song ‘Rainy days and Mondays get me down’ flitters across my thoughts.   I woke before my alarm and the brain cells were already humming with how to craft a narrative for work.  Perhaps it is just best to start work early and bank those hours to take off at a later day.   But I still have a few moments before I begin…enough time to make a special breakfast.   Why should that be reserved for Sundays?

I scanned the refrigerator for possible ingredients – bread, leftover fat-free ricotta cheese and cream cheese, half a can of sugar free cherry pie filling.   That pasta dish a week or so ago was great with the ricotta.  I had tried my sister’s French toast recipe and loved it.  Hmmm, oh yes, the leftover fat-free half and half from the chowder I made this weekend.  I hope Bea enjoyed the dish I brought her.  And eggs.  Of course, breakfast casserole.   I turn the oven to 350 and start cutting bread cubes.  Layer them into the dish and spread ricotta and cream cheese on the top.  Pour out the pie filling.  Top with more bread.  Pour on the beaten eggs and half-and-half with the spices.  It took less time than the oven pre-heat.  Place into oven and head to home office. 

Catch up on the email and start drafting that narrative.   The buzzer goes off.  Isn’t it funny how just about anything you create can be baked at 350 for 30 minutes or so?  I serve up a plate and indulge in a decadent breakfast at my desk.  And I confess it is a jammie morning.  Snuggled into a luxuriously soft sweater atop them.   Fresh mug of tea.  

The randomness of it makes it all the sweeter.  And I contemplate what I should do after work.   Should I take a steak out of the freezer and serve with baked potato for supper?   I do have those fresh asparagus I picked up at the market.  And lemon to drizzle over.  And I think some home-cooked squash from Thanksgiving is nestled in that freezer bin.   Why yes it is.  A feast day on a random Monday.  No need to get down.