Don’t meal prep. Make yourself one nice thing
This ordinarily would not constitute a crisis. Except my little freezer stash of homemade breakfast burritos had also dwindled to nothing, and I knew exactly what Monday morning would look like without some intervention: Wake up. Realize there was nothing easy to eat. Debate whether I had enough time to stop somewhere. Get annoyed that breakfast had somehow become a decision I needed to make before coffee. On busy weeks, I hate busy mornings. Breakfast is consequently my most brainless meal. Give me something I can put in a 350-degree oven for a few minutes while I shower and become a person, and I am delighted. Weekends are different. On a Saturday, I will happily get up at 6 a.m. with coffee to babysit yeasted cinnamon rolls or start whisking hollandaise. The fuss is part of the pleasure. Wednesday morning? Absolutely not. So, standing in my kitchen Sunday night, I decided to give myself one nice thing. I had two sourdough heels, two eggs and some cream, which meant I had the beginnings of either …



