My first real addictionPosted: October 2, 2011
I love running. Sometimes I crave a good quick run in the rain, or a long run on a chilly fall day. When I go too long without running, I go a little cray cray. BUT… I wouldn’t say that I am addicted to running. I could probably get the same thing from some other endurance sport, but I haven’t tried those… yet.
Last year during the fall semester, some kid commented that he thought I was addicted to coffee because I always had my coffee in my hand when I got to class in the morning. I laughed and told him that it was more likely that I was addicted to 1. having a cup in my hand because it makes me feel cool and reminds me of the Pacific NW, and 2. a good dose of sugar… because my cup was almost always full of hot chocolate… not coffee. Too poor for daily lattes.
When I started work a few weeks ago (it has already been 3 weeks!) I started going to Starbucks in the morning because it was the one little thing that I did for myself each day. If you know my mom, you’ll understand why going to Starbucks reminds me of home and family. It has become my comfort food of choice. When I lived in Spain for a year it was my go-to cure for any homesickness. Beyond the nostalgia, I enjoy my few minutes alone outside with my white and green cup every morning because it always, without fail, feels like an indulgence. I hope that never goes away.
So what’s the problem? The problem is that I don’t like Starbucks hot chocolate and it has been way too hot for anything but iced coffee every morning here in Boston. So, I’ve had coffee for the past 3 weeks. One of them was even free because my Starbucks gold reward points kicked in!! Yesterday I slept in… A LOT, but it was ok because Brendan did too. After lunch with a friend, I came home and
I was super productive studying for my next CPA exam took a super long nap. I just figured it had been a long week, and I needed the rest. But then the same thing happened today, except it didn’t feel good because it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing, and I knew I wasn’t actually tired. Then I got horrible head and neck aches while I was running. Then I got cranky and felt like I needed sugar… any sugar. When I started explaining these symptoms out loud, I realized that I needed coffee. I needed coffee for the first time in my life.
I’m still not sure if I’m ok with this situation, but I sure did feel better after grabbing an iced coffee this afternoon!
I had a major craving for chicken parmesan…
Cornmeal-crusted Chicken Parmesan
- Chicken breast tenderloins (uncooked)
- Salt and Pepper
- Dried basil or Italian seasonings
- Grated parmesan
- Egg whites
- Canned or homemade marinara
- Whole wheat spaghetti
Preheat oven to 350. Prepare a shallow bowl of egg whites and another shallow bowl with a mix of cornmeal, S&P, parmesan, and Italian seasonings. Prepare the chicken by giving it a bath in the egg whites and then coating it in the cornmeal mix. Set aside on a plate while you prepare all of the chicken. Heat a pan with a few tablespoons of olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the chicken and cook on each side for about 3 minutes.
Remove each piece and place them in a casserole dish or brownie pan. Cover with a coat of marinara sauce and mozzarella, and bake for 10-15 minutes, or until chicken is cooked through and cheese is melty! Serve over spaghetti with extra sauce!
YUMM… this was so good.