Some generalities can always be made: about women, men, seagulls, you name it. And then there are always the exceptions to the rule. My exception to one such Generality About Being a Woman is that I'm a horrible multi-tasker. When I was in my twenties, I deluded myself that I was one capable of multi-tasking, and now that I'm safely thirty I have admitted to myself that I am a one-thing-at-a-time kind of person. Your twenties are for pretending who you want to be, and your thirties are for realizing who you actually are, I've decided. Now I can congratulate myself on my newfound maturity, and, at once, painfully wave farewell to the times gone by when I had the option of doing one thing at a time. Really, that time ended when I had a baby. Then I was doubly reminded that that time was over when she started walking. And then triply when she began climbing...and you see where I'm going. (You may also draw the logical conclusion when you see what time I posted this and every other blog post). I see other women juggling children at the grocery store, with their coupon binder, washed hair, and unstained clothes, and marvel at them. If you are one of these women, I salute you.
Of course, in a household with an actor, an artist, and a toddler, there's never one thing going at a time. And not only do I try to take the best care ever of my little girl, but I also try to do some things for myself (writing here, drawing there, bathing), then I have to earn some money (freelance graphic design work, helping out my photographer friend with some shoots), and still find time to put breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table. It's at that time -- when the actor shows up for his far-to-short dinner break, and I realize I have no idea what to serve up, and the toddler starts getting cranky, and I realize that the day is almost gone and I've gotten maybe one thing done -- that's the time when I want to consolidate everything in my universe into a big life-shaped patty that I can eat one. mouthful. at. a. time.
Not possible, I know. But I can make dinner into a patty, and that's what I'm going to do:
I'm starting a project called Life Burgers. I'm going to take all my favorite (mostly meatless) meals, put them into veggie-burger format, freeze them, and serve them up when all else fails. I'll be sharing the recipes here, of course, and I'd like you to weigh in, via the comments section, what you'd like to see in burger form. First up will be a Punjabi Red Kidney Bean Stew gone life burger: kidney beans spiked with ginger, garlic, coriander and cumin, with bits of bright tomato and a squeeze of lemon juice. Serve it up with a dollop of yogurt and a sprig of cilantro (you know me). Then after that: a Southern Black-eyed Pea Life Burger with bits of bacon and ribbons of kale mixed in. Are you getting the idea? Stay tuned.