Or breakfast. Or lunch.
This evening around midnight I was writing away, but getting increasingly sidetracked by hunger pangs. I kept telling myself that I just ought to go to bed, but the quiet of the night lured me to keep writing. And besides, there was that rumbling in my stomach. No wonder. Dinner had been at 5, on the way to soccer practice.
An egg, I thought. And toast?
Oops. No bread.
Pasta? But that would take so long….
I got out my trusty cast-iron skillet, dropped on a bit of butter, and thought. And peeked into the fridge.
I discovered an opened package of egg roll wrappers, and realized that one square would make a perfect single serving of pasta.
Onto the stove went a pot with an inch of water so it would boil quickly. I fried my egg, leaving it just a little yolky in the middle, then slid it onto a dessert plate. I sliced two mushrooms, and fried them too.
By then the water was boiling. My egg roll wrapper went in, just for a couple minutes. I pulled it out with a fork, draped it across my egg and topped it with mushrooms.
Now there’s a snack.
I think now I’d better do some aerobic typing to make up for the calories.