Twice a week (Monday and Thursday) I open the mall Customer Service desk. On those days I bring my lunch with me; I get hungry before I can take a break, and as long as I have things cut into bite-sized pieces I can eat in between fielding customer questions and answering the phone.
This week the boss asked if I could change my schedule and come in early every day. I rearranged a couple of things, then told him I could do that. However, that meant I had to come up with manageable lunch food four days in a row.
My go-to protein is chicken breast, but I don't want that every day. This morning I looked in the refrigerator for the package of sliced turkey Hubby Tony took out of the freezer last night. It wasn't in the meat drawer or on any of the shelves. (As I was putting the finishing touches on my lunch I found it in the fruit drawer. I'm guessing he was in a hurry to get out of the house this morning, or his coffee hadn't kicked in yet.)
The only other protein option was a carton of eggs in the refrigerator door. I decided to scramble a couple for my lunch. They'd be messier than cubes of meat, but it would have to do. I cooked the eggs in the microwave then cut the mass into pieces. I now had a piping hot serving of eggs ready for my lunchbox, but there was a problem. All I had to package them in were plastic containers, and I didn't want to put the hot chunks in there.
Mother Nature came to the rescue. My phone said the outside temperature was 1°. I dumped the eggs on a plate and set the plate outside in the garage. Fifteen minutes later they were completely chilled and ready to go.
Five years ago today: Perfect Potion