In accordance with the newly declared (in my house, anyway) Laura Birthdaypalooza, The Husband asked me not to pack my lunch this morning so he could bring me a surprise lunch to work. I am a good wife when it behooves me to obey, so I did and proceeded about my day, going for a lunchtime swim as scheduled. I pounded out my 30 laps in 40 minutes (which seemed to bemuse the teenage boys at the pool–imagine that, a girl doing serious swimming instead of splashing around looking helpless and coy!), kept smelling toast during the swim (always happens when I’m hungry), and bounded back to the office for my lunch surprise.
Imagine my shock when I opened my container and found this tastiest of treats:
Gaaaaaah! That is my favorite new sushi thang, the ever-delightful Magic Roll which has whitefish and creole sauce inside and thin slices of cooked plantain on the outside. I cooed over my lunch the way normal women my age coo over babies. My poor coworkers were pretty amused and have concluded that I am way too easy to please. Fair enough, but if I’d shared a bite of it, they would have seen what I was on about. Thankfully they were weirded out by the look of it because I was not feeling very Sesame Street about sharing in the presence of this roll.
Though the sushi definitely took the Tastiest Food of the Day Award, the rest of the day’s munchings weren’t too shabby. For breakfast, this madam ate the first batch of the frozen pumpkin and pumpkin spice pancakes, topped with two baby bananas and a drizzle of the liquid gold (maple syrup–anyone who touches it in my house is likely to get their hand slapped with a wooden spoon):
And, for dinner, I had a planned day of Sunday’s leftovers because I thought I’d be working late tonight (it didn’t happen, but the leftovers still did), and more stewed pigeon peas and Trini Christmas pastelles were had:
In the wearing department, I brought back a long-forgotten combo:
The black sweater is my go-to warmer-upper, which I usually leave at work (and somehow forgot to take off when I left). The orange top underneath is a standard orange Primark top which should have rightfully disintegrated or self-destructed by now, given that it came from Primark and cost 3 pounds. The shoes are the patent black version of my beloved cobalt blue babies.
I am not ashamed to admit that the main reason for resurrecting the combo was this:
I was dying to wear this beautiful long necklace, which Baby Bel gave me for Christmas and which I hadn’t yet worn since I got back last week. Two whole outfits were tried on and rejected in order to find the right outfit for the necklace. I may be lazy for some things, but I’m dogged when there’s an accessory that’s calling my name–and I don’t mind going without mascara for the day to make up for time spent changing and fussing.
I wish I had more news to report, some incisive insights, or even some snarkiness to air, but I seem to have been struck wordless by the sushi lunch and since I’m rarely stunned into silence, I’m not yet recovered from the pleasant surprise. Therefore I will retire for the night and retreat into a fog of Birthdaypalooza contentment, papaya slices, and Law and Order: SVU. I hope to be back in working chatterbox mode tomorrow. Until then, enjoy the quiet….